9. Luke

Chapter 9

Luke

Corey is kissing me.

When Perry told me about his plan for me to make Corey jealous by going on a date with Charlie, I didn’t think it would work. Corey doesn’t want me—he doesn’t even want to be friends with me—but Perry insisted and said it worked for Lexi and Ryder.

Not being friendly to Corey has been so hard.

But now I have his tongue down my throat, and I can see it was worth it.

I tentatively wrap my arms around his waist, and he takes it as a sign to press me into the wall. If I end up with a brick imprint on my back, I’m going to get it tattooed. I want to remember this forever.

Corey tastes amazing. Like strawberries and cola. He slides his hands into my hair, taking full control of the kiss. I have never been more turned on in my life. My dick is hard and leaking. Corey moves so his leg is in between mine, and I can’t help the involuntary flex of my hips as I grind my groin against his thigh.

“I’m sorry. please don’t stop kissing me,” I gasp out as he breaks the kiss. The smile he gives me is downright filthy.

“No chance I’m going to stop.” He leans in and presses open mouth kisses to my throat, each kiss lighting me on fire. “Do you want to get off?”

Whimpers are sexy, right? Because I definitely let one loose. “Yes, please, Corey,” I beg.

He says nothing, taking my mouth again. I’ve had kisses before, but nothing like this. It’s like I can feel him kissing my soul…or my dick. Actually, I would love for both of those things to happen. Yes, please.

One of his hands leaves my hair, but not my body. He makes his way south, gently rubbing his thumb over my nipple as he goes. His hand lands on my groin, and every thought leaves my brain.

Feelings are all that’s left.

He starts to rub my cock over my pants, and I don’t know if he is planning on anything else because two seconds later, my orgasm crashes over me in a tsunami of pleasure. I cry out Corey’s name against his lips as I fill my underwear with cum.

Corey holds me as tremors rack my body.

I bury my head into his shoulder. I know at some point I’m going to have to face him, but the embarrassment is too strong.

“Fuck, that was sexy, Luke,” he murmurs into my hair.

I pull back to look at him. “What? I just came after a few seconds. What about that is sexy?”

“How about the part where I turned you on so much you couldn’t last?”

“You definitely did that. You’re also the first person to ever make me cum, so don’t get too cocky.”

“Fuck.” Corey grabs my face and lays another filthy kiss on me. “That is so fucking sexy. You make me feel like a fucking caveman. I want to drag you back to my bedroom and possess you.”

“I’d be okay with that. More than okay. Can we go now?” I know I sound eager, but I’m not going to deny that there is a part of me worried that Corey is going to break through his sex fog and realize he doesn’t want to have sex with someone who has a hair trigger.

“Not yet. What happens now is you go in there, clean yourself up, finish your date, tell the himbo that you aren’t seeing him again, and then we go back to mine.”

My smile falters. I had totally forgotten about Charlie and the date.

“What is that look for, little cheerleader?” he says, eyes narrowing.

I gulp. “Okay, so you know I have next to no experience with guys? Well, Perry may have guessed that I was attracted to you because I told him that I was, and he said I should go on a fake date with Charlie to make you jealous.”

He pulls away from me, and I want to smack myself. I knew this was a stupid idea.

“It worked.” Corey braces his hands on the wall on either side of my head, caging me in. “But you’re not going to pull a stunt like that again.”

I slump in relief. “I promise. No more games.”

“Good,” he says, pressing a quick kiss to my lips. “Now go get cleaned up and tell your friends their plan worked.”

We head back inside, and I make a beeline for the bathroom. I’m sending up a thank you to all of the gay gods when I see there is no line.

The first thing I do is lock the door and then remove my pants and underwear. There is no way I am going to spend the rest of the night with cold, drying cum stuck to me. What if Corey decides he wants to suck my dick? I throw the underwear in the trash can. Thankfully, it was just a plain black pair of boxers from a multipack. I didn’t want to wear any really nice underwear for a fake date.

I wash my dick, balls, and pubes in the sink using hand soap and dry them off with copious amounts of toilet paper. My pants are dark blue denim jeans, so you can’t make out any cum stains.

As soon as I’m dressed and put together, I head downstairs to find Charlie and Perry. I feel eyes on me as soon as I enter the kitchen. Corey is standing next to an animated Seth, tracking my movements. He blatantly checks me out, and I want to preen. He can look as much as he wants. Ooh, maybe we could send each other dick pics. That would be new and fun.

Perry pops up in front of me. “Luke Cyril Green! Where did you disappear to?”

Corey mouths, “Cyril?” I just smile and shake my head.

“Don’t you shake your head at me. Where did you and Corey go?” He puts his hands on his hips and glowers at me in a way that is cute and scary. That pretty much sums up Perry.

Before I can answer him, Charlie saunters over and slings his arm over my shoulders. “Corey is staring at you. Want me to kiss you on the cheek?”

I move out of his hold. “The plan worked. He…I…we…um, it just isn’t needed anymore.” I can feel my cheeks warming.

“Luke, did you and Corey hook up?” Perry screeches.

“Shut the fuck up,” I hiss. “Yes, we did. And I’m going to go back to his place tonight to do more of it.”

“This calls for shots,” Charlie yells, and he starts pouring shots. Why has everyone gotten so fucking loud? And where did he summon that bottle of tequila from? “Corey, Seth, come over bro, we’re celebrating.”

I grab two glasses and down them. This is going to be embarrassing.

A few hours and several shots later, I am on top of the world.

“You’re not on top of the world; you’re on top of a kitchen island. Now get down here, and let me take you home.” I look down at Corey Howe, scowling at me. He’s so sexy whatever his face is telling him to do. That doesn’t make sense. Whatever he is telling his face to do. Whatever, he’s just sexy.

“Corey, I think I might be able to fly.”

“Don’t you fucking dare.”

“Okay, moonbeam.” I clabber down before he gets really annoyed and decides he doesn’t want to sex me up.

“Hey, man, do you need any help getting Luke home?” Seth and his identical twin ask, appearing next to Corey.

“Nah, I should be fine,” Corey says.

“I didn’t know you had a twin.”

He laughs and messes up my hair. Rude. “I don’t have a twin. You’re just so wasted you’re seeing double.”

“You are my third favorite frat boy.”

“Thank you. I think you should probably let Corey take you home, otherwise I’ll have to break out my bad dad jokes.” Seth says, trying to be some kind of good cop. Sucks to be him; I like jokes.

“I want to hear a dad joke,” I squeal, making the both of them wince. Wimps.

“How do you titillate an ocelot?” Seth says,

“I don’t know?”

“You oscillate their tits a lot.”

The laugh that escapes me is practically inhumane.

“Oh my god, you’re so funny. Please don’t die.” I tell Seth, wiping away my tears of laughter.

Corey looks like he’s trying not to laugh. I don’t know what’s funny, but I do know that he shouldn’t try and hold laughter in. I want to see all of his happiness. And his dick. I want to see that, too.

“Okay, let’s get you home,” he says, wrapping his arm around my shoulders and leading me to the front door.

“Bye, Seth, stay safe,” I call over my shoulder before snuggling into Corey’s side. He smells perfect, like always.

There is a weird spluttering sound behind me. “Why would you say that? What do you know?”