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When I glance back at Trent, I see him staring at me, blinking in obvious confusion.

“What?”

He gives a slight shake of his head, still blinking weirdly. “Nothing. Just never seen anyone do that before.”

I offer a wry smirk. “Their loss. That was yummy.”

He quirks an eyebrow at me. “Yummy?”

“Mmmhmm,” I say with a firm nod. And then I reach for him again and slam my lips to his. I have no idea what possessed me to do it because if there’sanythingthat’s going to turn him off about this whole experience, it’s going to be this. But something came over me and I just couldn’t help it. After a long, languid kiss, I finally pull away. “See? Yummy.”

“Not exactly what I’d call a delicacy,” Trent says diplomatically. “But not terrible, either.”

I let out a soft breath of laughter. There’s that unfailing optimism again.

“Do you want to go grab a taxi?” I ask him, canting my head toward the street at the end of the alley. “I’ll be there in a sec.”

He nods and takes off down the alley. Once he’s out of sight, I step up to the wall and lean my head against it, drawing in several deep breaths as I try to envision every disgusting thing I can think of. Once I’ve finally managed to get my raging hard dick back under control, I wander out to the street, where I find Trent waiting with a cab. Of course, it only takes one look at his messed-up hair and kiss-swollen lips for my dick to perk up again.Fuck.

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Handy - Hand job

11

Trent

Sothathappened.

I meant what I said to Xavier: I try not to freak out about things that make me horny. And I’m not freaking out. But I am definitely questioning the wisdom of my actions earlier.

Xavier’s supposed to be using this holiday to move on from Jack; kissing me and giving me an epic handy in a dark alley behind a bar isn’t going to help that endeavour. Not to mention…seriously, what the fuck? Since when do I like kissing guys? Or like guys touching my dick? Or like watching guys lick my jizz off their fingers?

I mean, to be fair, I’ve never actually tried any of those things before now so it’s possible I’ve always liked them and never knew it. But surely that’s the kind of thing you’d just instinctively know about yourself—right?

I let out a grunt of frustration and turn over in bed, rearranging the pillows underneath my head because obviouslythat’swhy I haven’t been able to get to sleep yet. It has nothing at all to do with the fact that only an hour ago I was thrusting my dick into the hand of the guy my best friend was planning to marry just over a week ago. Or that right now my dick is getting hard again from the mere memory of the encounter.

I try to push the image from my mind and instead fill my thoughts with my go-to fantasies of women like Margot Robbie, Gal Gadot, and Emelia Clarke, but it’s no use. All I can think about is the feel of Xavier’s lips on mine, the way his hand moved so expertly over my cock, the press of his hard body against me as he backed me into the wall. And then there’s that other thing…the offer I was achingly tempted to take him up on. If we hadn’t been in such a public place, I would have. And now I can’t seem to stop myself imagining what it’d be like to have his hot mouth wrapped around my dick.

“Fuck,”I grunt out in frustration, pushing myself up and climbing off the bed. I need a shower. That’ll calm me down.

I stride to the bathroom and turn the water on. I consider just leaving it cold, but I’m not quite that masochistic. All I need is to relax so I can get to sleep; we’ve got an early start tomorrow, and it’ll be a big day.

Once I’m under the spray, I again try to put all those dirty thoughts of Xavier out of my mind. But again, I fail. It’s no use; my brain and body don’t want to forget. I gently tap my head against the shower wall a few times, and it’s on about the fourth tap that I realise I have in fact been freaking out.

I can’t tell whether it’s because Xavier’s a guy, or because he’s Jack’s ex, or maybe a bit of both, but I’ve just been on the verge of a meltdown, despite all the assurances I was spouting earlier.

I draw in several deep, steadying breaths, letting my eyes fall closed for a moment and just basking in the feel of the hot water sluicing down my back. “There’s nothing wrong with wanting Xav.” There’s no one to hear me, but saying the words out loud seems to make them more convincing.There’s absolutely nothing wrong with wanting him.And Idowant him. I only need to look down at my throbbing dick for the proof of how much I want him.

I have no idea where we’re going to go from here. Does he want a repeat? Does he regret what happened? Is he awake right now thinking about me? They’re all questions I’ll need to wait until tomorrow to get answers to. But for now, I know what will relax me enough to let me get some decent shut eye, and it’s not just standing here under the water staring at my erection.

Letting out a soft sigh, I wrap my hand around my dick, and for the first time in my life I get myself off while fantasising about a guy.

My alarm wakesme from a heavy slumber at seven am. I’m tempted to just turn it off and go back to sleep, but then I remember we’ve got our diving lesson at eight and no doubt I’ll need as much time as I can get to prod Xavier into action.

I feel my face flame at the thought of Xav and the memory of what happened last night, but it’s more from nervous anticipation than embarrassment. After my moment of self-reflection last night, I’m determined to explore whatever this attraction is—if he’s willing, of course.

I quickly get dressed and then duck over to Xavier’s bungalow, throwing the front door open wide like I usually do when issuing my wake-up call. “Rise and shine! Big day today!”

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