Page 16 of One Twisted Lie

I try to channel Carter’s coolness and nod. I sit on Magnus’s bed but then think better of it. I cringe. I have no idea how many people he’s brought here and fucked on these sheets. Hesitantly, I sit next to Carter, and he narrows his eyes at me. Fuck him. If we’re acquaintances now, I can sit next to him.

“What were you two talking about?” I ask.

Carter pulls up his laptop as he purses his lips. “He and Daniel are dating.”

“No shit,” I gasp. Magnus is allergic to monogamy. “Is he serious about it?”

“He says he is, but you know how Magnus can be. I’m worried about Daniel.”

“Me too,” I say with a growing frown.

It’s absolutely no secret that Daniel is obsessively in love with his best friend. He’s never said anything to me, but anybody who looks at them can tell. It would be sickening if it weren’t for the fact that Daniel’s an angel. Magnus, of course, is oblivious to it. Magnus, the playboy, deciding to date his love-struck best friend is a recipe for disaster.

I look at Carter and scowl in irritation. “You’re seriously going to be on your computer? I thought we were hanging out.”

“I have shit to get done.”

I tilt my head to the side. Could this be what my dad wanted me to watch out for? “Like what?”

“Like none of your business,” he snaps, continuing to type away. He looks so stressed out. Over the years, Carter has wavered between looking like the picture of perfection and looking like he’s one Red Bull away from a heart attack. I’ve noticed that his stressed-out side always comes out when he’s diligently working on something. I have to admit, it’s inspirational how invested he gets in things.

“Fine. Be that way,” I say, letting him continue with his stroke-inducing work. “I’ll just be over here, ready to annoy the living shit out of you.”

Carter pauses. He looks at me, brow furrowed as he bites his bottom lip. An idea comes to him. “Actually, I have something that can keep you occupied.”

I raise my brows and urge him to continue. When he starts pulling down his athletic shorts, I get excited. Well, my dick is screamingfuck yeah. He pulls himself out and leans back on his elbows, computer balanced on his stomach as he gestures me over. “I want you to warm my cock.”

“Um, what?” I say with a blush. I’ve heard of cock-warming before, but I never thought that was something people actually did. “Get my cock in your mouth,” he says plainly, adjusting his stance so his computer is out of the way and his cock is angled toward me.

“You’re not even hard,” I state, looking at his soft cock. Even soft, it’s huge and inviting. It looks like some sort of treat. But this is weird, right?

“You’re not my focus. You’re nothing but a hot mouth right now,” he says, snapping his fingers at me. “Get my dick in there.”

Fuck, when he says it like that, I automatically comply. I have no idea why his dominant side gets to me. It’s not like I’m not a dominant person myself. I’m the king of fucking kings. I don’t bend to anyone, apparently only to Carter fucking Everett.

I decide, fuck it, I’ll just try it. With some embarrassment, I lay down beside him and wiggle my way to his hip. He’s angling his cock toward me so that all I have to do is open my mouth and he’s in. Once he’s satisfied that his entire cock has fit into my mouth, he goes back to typing on his computer.

“This is weird,” I mumble around his cock.

“Shut up,” he says, bringing one hand down to pat my head while I get used to this. “Look at you. What a good cock-warmer. You like having my cock in your mouth, princess?”

Now that I’ve gotten into it…this is kind of nice, but I won’t say that. His praise does get my heart beating rapidly, however.

“Give it a little suck.”

I do and find that the motion is soothing. I continue to suckle him, lost in how peaceful this is. It’s the combination of the repetitive motion, his smooth skin on my tongue, and the way his fingers thread through my hair. Slowly but surely, I grow hard.

I leave his cock for a moment, wiping my saliva on his hip as I shift uncomfortably. “Carter…”

He shakes his head and forces his cock back into my mouth. “I’ll fuck you when I’m good and ready.”

I startle at this. I sit up quickly, wiping my mouth as I gape at him. “Who said anything about fucking?”

“That’s the point of experimenting, isn’t it?” he asks slowly like I’m dumb.

“Who saidyouwould fuckme?”

He snorts. “Are you kidding?”

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