Chapter 11

11

Baylor

T he party is well on its way by the time Taya and I show up. She changed her outfit three times and then made me wait while she painted her nails. I’ve never been so annoyed. I know this is normal girl shit, but couldn’t she do that on her own time? “I’m going to get a drink,” I tell her, leaving her by Mindy’s side as I head to the kitchen.

“Hey, man!” Brennon gives me a high five as I enter. I hadn’t realized he and Ryes had shown up yet. “Baylor, I want you to meet my girlfriend Willow. Willow, this is Bay.”

“I’ve heard so much about you.” I smile. “You’ve got this one head over heels.”

Brennon punches me in the arm, and it’s the first time I’ve seen him look embarrassed. He’s usually as bold as they come and not rattled by anything, but I think he really likes this girl.

“Where’s your date?” I turn toward Ryeson. I don’t see the blonde he showed me a picture of at lunch anywhere.

“She went home. Wasn’t feeling the party.” That shouldn’t make me so fucking happy, but it does. I nearly beat the punching bag off its hook this afternoon, thinking about what he said and how tonight he was on a mission. It looks like his plan got axed.

“The sparks didn’t fly?” I ask, reaching for a beer from the cooler.

“Not my type,” he grunts, then takes a swig of his drink.

I look toward Brennon and he’s shaking his head. Guess there’s more to that story that they aren’t willing to share. When he glances down at Willow, I get the drift. He doesn’t want to rag on her friend in front of her.

“Baylor, baby, we’re bored.” Taya wraps her arm around my waist, looking up at me. “Do you guys want to play spin the bottle? Liven things up a little?”

We haven’t played that since middle school.

“We’re out,” Bren says, taking his girl by the hand and leading her out of the kitchen.

“I’m game!” Ryeson nods, and I’m fucking shocked. Stupid games like spin the bottle aren’t usually his thing. But he’s just bound and determined to hook up with a chick tonight, isn’t he.

“Fine,” I agree.

“Let’s go see if Chase wants to join,” Mindy says. “I saw him heading to the library.”

We make our way down to the library, finding our friend deep in conversation with… Ruby ? Holy shit. For a moment, I didn’t even recognize the girl. She looks so different. I’m fucking shocked at how pretty she is. No wonder Cassie was giving her shit at lunch today; there’s definitely reason to be jealous of the girl. And by the way Chase is looking at her, it’s obvious he’s interested.

Mindy walks right up to the two of them, ignoring the fact that they are holding a private conversation. “Chase! Here you are. We’ve been looking for you.” While the girls try to recruit him for the game, I step over to Ryeson.

“So, how was the date tonight?”

He turns and gives me a look. “Let’s just say she reminded me of Cassie.”

“Dang, no wonder you didn’t want to fuck her.” I’m trying to play it cool tonight, but I’m so fucking relieved it didn’t work out with the girl.

Before I get anymore details, Taya takes my arm, jerking me from my conversation and pulls me over to sit in a circle. Ruby sits down on my left and Ryeson sits across from me. Mindy places the empty liquor bottle in the center of our circle and then smiles at Chase. “Since this was my idea, I’ll go first.”

She leans forward, giving the bottle a spin, and low and behold it lands on Chase. It’s almost like she rigged the thing.

“I’ll take a truth,” Chase says, then leans into Ruby. “See? If you don’t want to kiss someone, you don’t have to.”

I look over at Mindy and the smile is wiped clean off her face. Chase just chose the “loser” over her. It’s fucking laughable.

“Fine,” Mindy says, plastering on her fake smile. “Now that you and Cassie have broken up, who are you going to take to prom?”

Chase shakes his head. “It’s 4 months away. I haven’t decided.”

That clearly wasn’t the answer Mindy was hoping for. It’s obvious she wants to be the next first lady in Chase’s life, but he’s whispering to Ruby right now, which has me placing my bet on the recluse. It’s time for Chase to spin the bottle. He leans forward and when it lands, the neck is pointing right at yours truly.

“Looks like I’m answering another question.” Chase laughs, sitting back in his spot.

“Always a chickenshit,” I tease, but I don’t want to kiss his ass either. “Okay. So, I want to know if we’re going to your house in Costa Rica for our graduation trip?” I keep my question easy for him, rather than making him tell us some deep dark truth.

“Hell yeah!” He nods then turns to Ruby. “Have you ever been to Costa Rica, Ruby?” She shakes her head. “You’ll have to come with us. The beach is incredible there.”

I look to Ryeson and he’s just as shocked as I am. Chase just asked the recluse to go on our senior trip. Mindy and Taya look irritated by the fact, but they aren’t going to be invited. The last person I want on our trip is my ex. And I doubt Chase wants Mindy there, not when he’s trying to strike things up with Ruby. When Taya nudges my arm, I realize I’m up.

“My turn.”

I lean forward, taking my spin. The thing goes round and round in a circle, passing everyone a good dozen times before it finally starts to slow, rolling by Taya, slowly sliding past me, creeping past Ruby, barely passing Chase and then finally coming to a stop. My stomach jumps, staring at the thing pointing right at Ryeson. Three days ago, I would’ve never imagined kissing a guy. I would’ve thought it was weird and awkward. But after what’s happened between me and Rye, I’m no longer opposed to the idea. I wonder if it feels good or if it’s awkward and strange.

“I’m not a fucking chicken,” I say, plastering on a smirk as I shift towards Ryeson. “Let’s get the game started and quit with all the talking.”

I look right at him, gauging his reaction as I move in, waiting for him to tell me to fuck off. After what he said this afternoon, I’m banking on him telling me to get lost.

“Fine,” he states, shocking the butterflies to life in my gut. “But not on the mouth, fucker.” He turns his head to the side, but I lean forward and grab his cheeks, turning it back. He’s not going to chicken out on me. Besides, when he saw the bottle land on him, there was a flicker in his eyes. I think he’s curious as well, but he’d never admit it.

I press forward, planting a kiss right on his lips. Everyone erupts in laughter. They think it’s a big joke. They think I’m messing around per usual, but it’s not a game to me.

I move my lips, but Ryeson’s remain sealed and stiff. It’s kind of weird kissing him. His lips are soft, but everything else is hard and rough. His jaw, the stern line creased across his brow, the scruff of his chin scratching across my skin. The sparks and heat I feel when I’m kissing a girl are definitely not there. I’m actually kind of relieved, and ready to sit back. But right as I’m about to pull away, I hear Mindy’s voice.

“Dare you to open up and let Baylor give you his tongue.”

Dammit. They know I never back down from a dare.

“I double dare you,” Taya, cheers.

“Double dog dare you,” Chase adds, chuckling just as hard as the rest of them.

My head whips around to him. He knows I’m not going to back down now. Fuck. Now, this feels awkward. But what-the-fuck-ever. It’s a kiss. And it will be over in three seconds. “Fine,” I grunt, turning back to Ryeson. “Open up big guy. We’re going to show them we’re not pussies.”

Ryeson jerks away, shaking his head. “No fucking way, man. I don’t have to prove dick to no one. It’s my turn to spin.” He gives me a glare, as he goes to grab the bottle. He’s pissed at me now. But I’m not the one that made the dare. And it’s not like anyone in this room thinks we’re gay now.

The bottle lands on Ruby and Ryes looks up at her. “I won’t force Baylor’s sloppy seconds on you, Ruby. Give me a question.”

I’m surprised he’s not jumping at the chance to prove how straight he is. Figured he’d grab her and make a big display of it, using his tongue to show everyone— mainly me— that he’s not into guys.

“Who are you taking to prom, Ryeson?” Ruby asks.

“I’m most likely going stag.” He shrugs.

Interesting. I thought he was all in on finding a chick.

“You could always take Weatherly,” Mindy suggests. “She’s not looking for a commitment.”

“Your turn, Ruby.” Ryeson ignores her comment and shoves the bottle in front of Ruby. Weatherly is definitely not Ryes’ type. She’s way too easy. Us guys like a bit of a chase. We like to feel like we’re conquering a challenge and winning the prize. If I want things to happen with Ryes again, maybe I should act like I’m not interested. Give him the same treatment he’s giving me.

“Come on, Ruby, don’t chicken out,” I say, looking down at the bottle that’s now pointing at Chase.

The girl looks nervous as hell. And my buddy… He looks eager. I really think he’s into the girl, which is so fucking shocking. But…it’s not more shocking than the fact that I’m into my best friend and sitting here contemplating how to get his hands on me again. Talk about fucked up.

“I dare you to,” Chase says, moving in closer to her. He wants it bad. Finally, Ruby gives in. The two come together, and the second they meet, the sparks fly. Their tongues start to tangle, and Chase pulls Ruby right onto his lap. I’m struck by how hot it is. I don’t think I’ve ever had a kiss like that. The two of them are so consumed, it’s like we’re not even in the room with them.

Ruby’s hips start grinding over Chase and he’s holding her to him, guiding her movement. My dick starts to swell as the heat turns up in the room. They’re going at it hard, and by the sounds they’re making, I don’t think they’re stopping. I reach between my legs and adjust myself. It feels like I’m watching a live porn. Yet, the leading lady is the last person I expected Chase to ever get with.

I see movement out of the corner of my eye and glance toward Ryeson. He’s adjusting himself too. The image of me giving him a hand with his problem is right back in my thoughts. God, it would be so fucking hot to get him cornered in a dark room, the music pumping loud through the speakers, the voices and laughter off in the distance. I’d reach inside his pants and jerk him to the rhythm of the beat, force him to come for me. Make him fall prey to the pleasure with our friends right in the other room.

My cock jizzes precum in my pants and I realize I’m staring at him. I quickly return my attention back to Ruby and Chase before Ryeson catches me. A little whimper comes from Ruby and her body picks up the pace, rocking faster. I think she’s coming. Holy fuck. Chase is holding her tight, rocking up against her, meeting her every thrust, letting out grunts of his own as she rides out her pleasure. I’m so fucking turned on now, my balls are starting to ache.

“Oh my God! Did she just come? Holy shit. What a loser.” Mindy’s shriek cuts right through the blazing heat, icing it down with her burst of laughter. She and Taya are in a fit of giggles. Rudely mocking what just went down. Suddenly, Ruby climbs off Chase’s lap and runs from the room. Chase looks frozen in shock, like he’s still trying to register what just happened.

“Oh my God, gross,” Mindy stops her cackling and points at Chase’s lap. “She made such a mess of you, Chase. You should go get the loser’s stench off you.”

I cast a glare toward the bitch. What the fuck is her problem? Is she really that jealous that Chase would rather hook up with Ruby than her. She’s acting just like Cassie, and so is her bitchy sidekick. My eyes shift toward Taya, disgusted by the fact that I wasted three months of my life on her.

“Dude!” I turn toward Chase, ready to put these girls in their rightful place. “That was fucking insane.”

“Insanely weird,” my soon-to be-ex says. “She just used him to get off.” I shouldn’t have reneged on breaking it off with her this afternoon. She is such a fucking bitch.

Chase casts a glare at the two and stands, ignoring their rude comments as he turns to leave. Here’s hoping he’s going to go chase Ruby down and make things right. I turn toward Taya, casting a glare of my own.

“You need to get a ride home with Mindy. I’m heading out.”

“Can I catch a ride with you, Bay?”

I nod to Ryeson as I stand. Girls may be pretty, but guys would never pull this shit. Sure, we cut each other up in the locker room and bust each other’s balls sometimes, but it’s just fun and games. These girls are intent on making the poor girl feel embarrassed. They’re total bitches.

“Shit, man. That was crazy,” Ryeson says, as we climb into my truck.

“Yeah, it was. Definitely didn’t see that coming.”

He whistles low. “Me neither. Who knew that the recluse even had those curves hiding underneath those baggy clothes she always wears.”

“Right?” I nod. “The girl is hot.” She’s prettier than Taya and Mindy put together. And her personality is definitely better. Although, to be honest, I really don’t know Ruby. We’ve been in school together for years and all I know is that she’s smart, extremely shy, and loves to read.

“I wish I hadn’t given up my chance with her when her bottle landed on me,” he says, and I feel that twinge of jealousy in my gut, but I’m not going to let it set up shop.

“Looks like she was a damn good kisser too,” I add.

“By the way, what the fuck was that?”

“What the fuck was what?” I don’t understand his question. I’m not a mind reader, so he’s going to have to elaborate.

“You trying to kiss my ass in front of everyone.” He sounds annoyed, but he had the chance to shove me away and tell me to fuck off and he didn’t.

“You know I don’t back down from a dare. By the way, you’re a shit kisser.”

“I wasn’t trying to kiss you. If I had been, your dick would’ve gotten hard.”

Shit. It’s getting hard right now.

“Nah. It’s fucking weird. I would never be able to get past the stubble or your big tongue.”

He sticks it out at me, and I shake my head, chuckling.

“The girls never complain about my tongue. They like the fact I can go deep.”

There’s a twitch within my pants. I bet his tongue can go real deep. The image of his face buried between a girl’s legs is fucking hot. When the image changes and I imagine him between my legs, my hands tighten around the steering wheel.

“Too bad that girl you went out with tonight didn’t get to experience it.”

His head drops back on the headrest. “They’re all the same, man. I don’t fucking get it. They’re so wrapped up in themselves. And they all act like bitches. I can’t wait to get to college and finally meet someone nice.”

His comment takes a thwack at my hardon, but it shouldn’t. Next year, we’ll both head our separate ways and be living the college life: girls, parties, football. This attraction I feel for him will no doubt fade. At least, I hope it fucking will. In the meantime, I have to figure out how to deal with it.

“You and me both, man.” I turn into his driveway and pull to a stop.

“You want to come in and play some Call of Duty?” he asks.

He’s still acting like nothing happened between us, like nothing’s changed in our friendship. While I’m over here feeling like everything’s changed. It’s hard to be in the same room with him now without getting aroused and wanting to cross the line with him. Maybe he’s right though. Maybe I should just let it go and get on the same page with him. It’s clear he never wants it to happen again.

“Yeah, sure. I’ve got nothing else going on tonight.” I shrug. “But I’m not making any wagers.”

He gives me a smirk. “Why not? Taya drain you dry?”

His choice of words fucks with my head. Taya hasn’t touched my dick in the last few days. He’s been the one draining me dry. But I know he’s referring to my wallet.

“Nah. I’m just a little rusty in the game. I’m not taking a losing bet.”

“Come on then. It’s time for me to spank your ass.”

My head needs to get out of the gutter. He’s going to tell me to choke up on my hold during the game and I’m going to go for his dick.

“You hungry?” he asks, heading straight to the kitchen.

“I can always eat.” I take a seat up on the counter. “So, what’s Willow like?” I ask, looking for a neutral topic that won’t have me thinking about his dick. Though I just did.

“She’s cool. Very shy. But she struggles with her speech, so I think that’s why she doesn’t say much. Bren is so different with her, by the way.”

“In what way?”

“I don’t know, man.” He grabs some bags of chips from the pantry and tosses them on the counter before walking over to the freezer and pulling out a frozen pizza. “He’s not as wild. And he definitely seemed nervous at dinner, which was crazy to see.”

I can’t even picture it. Nothing rattles that guy. We could be tied in a championship game with thirty seconds left on the clock, the other team in control of the ball, and the guy is smiling wide, doing a Fortnite dance as he gets into position.

“I just think he’s really into her and worried about making a good impression.”

“Yeah, well if that’s the case, he should keep her away from the bitches at our school. They’ll eat her alive.”

Girls are always vying for Bren’s attention. If they get wind he’s getting serious over someone, they’ll stalk Willow’s social media account and start blasting shit about her. They’ll latch right onto her speech struggles and tear the girl apart.

“What the fuck is wrong with girls?” He shakes his head.

“Hell if I know. It’s like they’re all in competition with each other.” Us guys leave it on the playing field. If we get into it and have a disagreement, we’ll take it to the ring then shake hands after and move on with our lives. But girls hold onto shit forever. “It’s really putting me off the dating scene.”

“Welcome to the club!” He gives me a high five. “I think I’m holding out until college.”

“The only thing I’m truly going to miss right now is kissing a girl…their soft lips…and the way they smell.” I groan at the thought.

“I still can’t believe you called me a shit kisser,” he gripes. “None of the girls I’ve ever been with have complained.”

“Whatever you say, man. I just know I won’t be kissing you again.” I laugh, busting his chops.

He shoves off the counter and crosses the space between us, coming at me like he’s ready to throw a punch. My comment pissed him off. His hand comes up, and I shift back to dodge his strike, but I’m caught within his grasp. His giant palm grips around the front of my neck. He pulls me forward, his eyes glaring right into mine, and then his mouth slams down. I let out a grunt at the surprise attack and his tongue slips right in.

I’m still not grasping what the fuck is happening, but… I don’t want it to stop. My hands come up clutching onto his shirt, and I open up to let him show me what he’s got. At first his lips are strong and demanding, and his tongue is like a violent storm. It’s like the anger is pouring out of him with every strike. But then…he starts to ease up. His lips soften and his tongue starts to settle down, slowly sliding against mine. I let out a groan as the fire starts to burn in my gut. It’s definitely different from any kiss I’ve had before. And it’s so fucking good.

His teeth sink into my lower lip, giving it a tug, and I start to leak cum into my briefs like the faucet that’s dripping next to me. His hand tightens around my neck, nearly choking off my air supply and I swear I almost come on the spot. He’s taunting the orgasm right from my body. Making all the blood rush between my legs.

His tongue starts to slip away, and I chase it down, not wanting this to end. I suck the thick appendage right back into my mouth, drawing on it like it’s a lollipop. It’s like I’m blowing his mouth while he’s blowing my mind. He lets out a groan and squeezes tighter around my neck. Fuck, it’s an insane feeling. The restriction of oxygen has me about to pass out on pleasure.

He suddenly pulls away, and I nearly groan at the loss. I open my eyes and he’s practically seething. Breathing hard. His jaw clenched tight. That strong hand still gripped around my neck, squeezing tight.

“Take your dick out,” he grits between his teeth.

I reach down, quickly following his order. My fingers nearly shaking with anticipation as I work to get my button unfastened. Every inch of me is trembling with need. I’ve never wanted anything so much in my life. I finally get them undone and slide my hand inside, groaning as I wrap my palm around my shaft. One squeeze and my nut’s about to bust.

“Quit beating off and pull it out.” I tug it through the slit of my briefs and give him what he wants. His eyes drop between my legs and his jaw clenches tighter. “You want to tell me I’m a shit kisser now?” His hand comes out and slides right up the full length of my hard dick. My head falls back on my shoulders on a groan. “Feels to me like you were wrong.”

I was dead wrong. That was honestly the best kiss I’ve ever had. It was savage compared to all the rest.

“Say it, Baylor.” He squeezes my neck tighter, the hand on my cock jerking me faster.

The only words that come to mind are, “Fuck, don’t stop.” The heat is starting to strangle my nerves. The lack of oxygen is heightening every sensation. I’m going to come. Ten more seconds and I’ll be erupting in his hand, spewing my load between us.

“Those aren’t the words I’m looking for. Now, admit that I’m the best kisser you’ve ever had, and I’ll let you come.” His hand stops in place and the grip on my neck eases up. The pleasure was right on the cusp and now it’s slipping away, drifting back down my shaft. The ache settling heavy in my balls.

I look him in the eyes, deciding whether I’m willing to admit the truth. If I make it easy for him, the chase will be lost. He may give me the orgasm, but will the excitement be dead? Will the thrill be gone? I don’t want this to be over. Whatever it is… whatever you want to call it… All I know is that it’s intense and so fucking hot.

“Looks like you’re thinking long and hard on that. While you make up your mind, I’m going to get myself off.” He releases his hold on me and pulls himself out. His huge staff is just as engorged, stiff and standing tall. His hand starts to stroke, and I can see how tight his grasp is. The echo of the feeling still ruminating in mine.

His dark eyes are drilling into me, daring me to give in. The heat becomes too much and I drop my eyes to his crotch, watching him fist his thick cock. Up and down, faster and faster. I go to reach between my legs, but he bats me away.

“Nuh uh.” He tsks. “You want to come, you admit that my mouth is more talented than any of the girls you’ve been with.”

I’m almost near my breaking point, ready to admit that he’s the best at everything. Because he is. His hand feels better than even mine. There’s just something about the dominant force of him that breaks me down and bends my pleasure right to his will. And I shatter. Every time I’m pulverized by the intensity and ruined for everyone—even myself.

He lets out a low groan and I can’t take it anymore. I need his fist back on me, forcing me to concede to his will. “I’ll admit the truth, if you admit that my mouth is the best you’ve ever had.”

His teeth sink into his lower lip, and his fist pumps harder. “Don’t know if that mouth is the best I’ve ever had…” He looks down at his dick. “But if you sucked on my cock as good as you sucked on my tongue, I’d probably claim that to be the case.”

Fuck me. I’m about to wrap my lips around his crown and prove that I’m the fucking best. But once I take that step, there’s no going back, and I don’t think I’m ready to admit what that means. Not that what we’re currently doing doesn’t call my sexuality into question. But if things ended now between us, I’d be able to handle it. But giving him head…swallowing his cock down the back of my throat…feeding on his seed… I know it would change things. And it would definitely change our friendship.

“Need your hand on me, Ryeson.” I sit up getting right into his face. I need him to get me off before I change my mind. “And I need your fucking tongue in my mouth so I can suck on it.”

His mouth crashes forward and it’s a battle of lust, our tongues and teeth fighting for control. The force of him finally overpowers me and makes me succumb to his lead. It’s more intense than our first kiss. I latch onto his tongue, sucking it to soothe the dire ache building in my gut. His groans are drawing the cum up my shaft. My dick is throbbing so hard I might go off without his touch. I can hear the sound of his shucking fist, working himself fast.

His body tenses and then he’s jolted by his orgasm, his entire frame jerking between my legs. His stroking hand starts to slow, and his groans begin to quiet. His chest is practically heaving. I release his mouth so he can catch his breath. My dick is now throbbing in pain, but as I reach between my legs, he stops me.

“It’s mine, Baylor. And now your cock is going to pay up.”

He wraps his hand around my dick, and I feel his warm seed coating my skin. He’s using it as lube, gliding up and down, and my balls are already humming for a release. When his other hand comes up to my neck, bracing me in a tight hold, his face mere inches from mine as the air in my lungs becomes shallow, it starts to crest.

“That’s fucking right. Your cock can never deny me.”

It really can’t. If he ever tried to bet me to resist giving myself over, I’d hand him the cash before he even began, surrendering my dick right on the spot. It’s so fucking good I nearly lose consciousness. The intense shocks plowing through hard. His hand slows, and I start to come back into myself, slowly catching my breath again. My eyes finally open and he’s looking right at me. I’m too strung out to try to decipher the look on his face, but when his cheeks start to tip up into a smile, I at least know that he’s not having regrets over what we just did.

“I think the oven’s preheated.”

I shake my head, chuckling. It feels like the entire house is on fire.

He goes over to the sink and washes his hands before he shoves the pizza in the oven. He grabs two bottles of water out of the fridge before he comes back over. I quickly chug mine, trying to cool myself down.

“Now that we’ve established that I’m the best kisser, should we go figure out who’s the best at Call of Duty?” He smirks. He grabs the chips and starts toward the great room. I tuck my dick away and hop down from the counter.

“The only reason I said that was because you coerced me.”

He turns and gives me a look then tosses a bag of chips at me. I grab it before it hits the floor.

“You can call me the Kissing King now,” he smiles.

The Two-Minute King to the Kissing King. Wonder what title he’s going to insist on earning next?