Page 14 of His Temptation
“Remember Lexi?” Ryan asked after I gunned down his character in the competitive player mode. At my confusion, he added, “The girl I fucked at Trev’s party?”
“Oh. Yeah. The brunette.”
“The fucking sexy as hell brunette,” he corrected. “And, man, her pus—”
“Stop,” I said, throwing my wadded-up burrito wrapper at him. “Don’t disrespect the girl with your nasty-ass mouth.”
“Prude.” Ryan grinned and looked at the screen, hitting the trigger to shoot as my character came around the corner. “Anyway, she found me on Facebook and we’ve been messaging a little. Nothing serious. But I don’t know. I kinda like her.”
That was a pretty big thing for Ryan to say. He’d never felt anything for the girls he banged. His motto wasscrew ’em and leave ’em.
Around 3:00 a.m. we finally turned off the console and lay down. I made a pallet on the floor while Ryan slept in his bed. Neither of us fell asleep right away.
“Did you and Lindsey really fuck last night?” Ryan asked. “When I talked to Trev earlier, he said Brad saw you guys sneaking off at the party and that she was all over you.”
I almost said yes, if only to take away any suspicion he might have about my dating life—or lack thereof. But I hated lying.
“No,” I said. “We kissed and she tried to blow me, but it didn’t happen.”
“Why not?”
“She told me not to tell anyone the truth.”
“Ah, come on,” Ryan complained. “Can’t leave me hanging like that.”
“She puked, okay?” I felt awful for saying it, but Ryan wouldn’t have backed down until I did. “Like… my dick was almost in her mouth and she puked.”
Ryan laughed and couldn’t stop. “Fuck, I’m crying. That’s the worst luck ever, Cas. Only you.”
“Yeah. Tell me about it,” I said, playing along.
“I really am sorry about earlier,” he said after a few minutes had passed. “I can’t get pissed at you for talking about my dad when you don’t know the reason we’re not that close. I’ll tell you one day. I just…”
“I get it.” I looked up at him. “You’re my best friend. Even if you act like a jackass, I still love ya.”
“Go to sleep, jerk,” Ryan mumbled, turning to his side and facing away from me.
Ryan tended to shut down when things got too real. It’s just how he was.
Though I was tired, I couldn’t sleep. A pair of piercing blue eyes dominated my thoughts, and I recalled the sound of Emery’s deep, soothing voice. I compared the feeling I got when thinking of him to the one I’d had when Lindsey had been about to suck my dick. All I’d felt for Lindsey had been the urge to run away.
My confusion heightened even more when I suspected I might have the hots for Emery. But I wasn’t gay. At least, I didn’t think I was. Sure, I was a virgin, but I’d jacked off to plenty of girls.
Right?
I rolled over on the pallet and closed my eyes. When I watched porn, did I get turned on because of the girl… or was it because of the guy fucking her?
I decided to put it to the test the following night.
Mom and Steve weren’t home, so after getting some water and going to my room, I locked the door and got into bed. I went to my favorite porn site, and a thread of videos instantly popped up. Busty blondes were getting dicked hard and fast, gasping and eye-fucking the camera.
I clicked on one of them and propped the phone on my chest while sliding my right hand into my boxers. As the video started playing, a girl was sucking a guy’s dick. The slurping sounds and deep moans set my heart racing, and I got hard. I skipped a bit of the video and got to the penetration.
I watched the guy’s dick sink into her, and I reached over to my bedside table for the lotion before quickly shoving my hand back between my legs. The video changed to a close-up of the girl’s face, her big lips swollen and her mouth popped open as she moaned.
My hand slowed. But once the video showed the two of them together again, his thick cock pounding into her, I was back in the game. I bit my bottom lip as I groaned, my eyes fixated on the dick going in and out of her.
I need to be sure.
