Page 25 of His Temptation
Ryan:Hey, man. Hope u aren’t pissed about 2nite.
Me:No prob. I’m not mad. How was the show?
Ryan told me he and Lexi had a lot of fun, and they were able to go backstage after the concert and meet the band. He sent me pictures of him with the members, then one with him and Lexi squeezed between the lead singer and the drummer.
Me:Glad you had a great night.
Ryan:Thx. U do anything fun?
Emery’s hands and lips all over me had certainly been fun.
Me:No. Just stayed home.
The first lie. It amazed me at how easy it was too.
The next morning, I woke up in the king-sized bed, momentarily confused. When the previous night flooded back to me—Emery’s blue eyes raking over my body, his hands grazing my sides, and his erection grinding against mine as I had the hottest kiss of my life—I slid a hand under the sheet and grabbed my throbbing dick.
A morning jerk-off session wouldn’t hurt anyone.
Remembering the condoms and lube Emery had stashed in the bedside table, I opened the drawer and took them out. Jackpot. I dripped some lube in a condom and put it on before starting a slow stroke with my hand. I closed my eyes and dropped my head on the pillow, stretching out my legs.
I pictured Emery the whole time, imagining his hands on me. A sudden need came over me then, and I drizzled lube on my free hand before shoving it behind me. I’d never put anything uptherebefore, but I couldn’t fight the urge. With one hand still working the lubed condom up and down my shaft, I slipped the tip of my middle finger into my ass.
I gasped at the sting of it but pushed it in a little deeper. I was already close, the room filled with the sound of the slick condom and my panting breaths.
“Fuuuck.” I fingered my ass harder and jerked myself faster.
When I came, I pressed my lips together to keep from crying out. Afterward, I relaxed against the bed, my chest and hairline damp with sweat.
Two things were decided that morning. One, I kind of liked stuff up my ass and wanted to explore it further. And two, I wouldn’t give up on Emery. I refused to chase someone who wasn’t interested, but Iknewhe wanted me too. That had been evident in the look in his eyes and how he’d shoved me onto the bed and kissed me.
I showered and changed back into my clothes from the night before since I hadn’t brought anything else. Before I left the room, I grabbed a sack from the bathroom and shoved the lube and condoms inside it. Pretty sure the cleaning people would’ve gotten a nice laugh out of it if I’d left them there, though Emery probably would’ve been humiliated. I then snatched the room keys off the dresser and took them with me down to the lobby.
The woman behind the desk looked up as I approached, and I slid the cards across the counter.
“Thank you,” she said, looking them over before putting them beside her. “Have a nice day.”
“You too.”
Humid air clung to my skin as soon as I was outside. My hair was still damp from the shower, so at least it wasn’t chilly. Small blessings. Soon, spring would turn to summer. I couldn’t wait. I loved hot summer days. Ryan and I would go to the lake with our buddies and chill, swimming and riding in Brad’s boat.
Would it be different this summer?
I got a feeling things were about to change, that this might be our last summer before life got in the way and took us on separate paths. Ryan would be going to a college about an hour away while I stayed here. He was dating someone new, and I was… well, I was discovering who I really was. Big changes were on the horizon.
Was I ready?
Without a cloud in the sky, the sun was blinding, and I squinted against it as I headed toward my car. Once inside, I started the engine and rolled down the windows. Emery’s words echoed in my head.
“He doesn’t approve,”he’d said about Ryan.
As I drove home, I thought about how Ryan had been my first true friend. He’d gotten me into sports, and I had helped him with his studies. We had balanced each other. He knew about my home life and had let me stay at his mom’s house for days at a time when it got really bad. There was no one I trusted more at my back than him. But if he really was homophobic or whatever, would he forget how close we were and cast me aside if I told him the truth?
I don’t wanna chance it.
I wasn’t ready to lose my best friend.
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