Chapter 2

2

Baylor

“ I ’m sorry, Baylor. I’m just totally PMSing and feeling super edgy. I shouldn’t have gotten mad. It’s not your fault your phone was taken.”

Her hand runs over my dick, finding it limp. After that stunt she pulled in the cafeteria this afternoon, I’m not in the mood. I almost broke up with her on the spot, but one look at Ryeson’s dark stare penetrating into my nerves and I changed my mind. Taya’s the only one who helps keep the thoughts at bay. She keeps me distracted and makes me feel normal. Without her, I’d have to face a truth that I’m not ready for yet.

It's getting worse. Every time I’m alone with Ryes, I break out into a sweat. It’s like there are damn butterflies in my stomach and I’m a nervous wreck. I used to be able to shoot the shit with my buddy and not think twice. All the times we used to wrestle in his basement. All the times we played chicken in the pool, trying to dunk each other, sneaking under the water and trying to pull down each other’s swim trunks. I never once felt a flicker of interest. Never once even tried to get a glimpse of his dick. Now, I find myself checking out his ass when he’s walking down the hall. And where he once was just another dude, I can’t even look at him now without noticing how fucking hot he is.

His tall, ripped build is no longer just an asset for the football field. Now, it’s a focal point in my thoughts. His chiseled jawline. His strong forearms corded with veins that lead to his huge hands. Hands I never thought twice about when we would do a thumb war or arm wrestle. Now, I think about how those hands would feel wrapped around my cock. Jerking me roughly. His tight grip squeezing as I erupt all over his abs.

Every time he speaks, that deep voice sizzles down my spine and settles in my balls. It’s a fucking sickness. Festering by the day. And Taya is the only one who curbs the cravings. She’s the only one who makes me feel normal.

“Let me make it up to you, baby.” She strokes over my swollen shaft, rubbing me through my joggers. I’m hard now. My sickness is bleeding in. My obsession taking shape in my mind. “See?” She pulls me from my pants. “I knew you wanted it. Let me show you how sorry I am for the way I behaved.”

She licks her lips, staring up at me, then her mouth descends. Sliding down over my cock, taking only a few inches between her lips. Her small hands wrap around the rest of my girth. It’s a weak grip. Too soft and delicate. I wish she’d squeeze me tighter. I wish she’d take me deeper and suck harder. Slide her lips all the way down until the end of my dick is hitting the back of her throat, her muscles constricting around me. But she says it makes her gag and hurts her cheeks, so she only sucks on the end.

I’m not complaining. It still gets me off. And having her mouth on me settles the discomfort in my nerves. It makes me feel like I’m not a freak.

Her tongue flicks against the little bundle of nerves under the tip and I give her a taste of the need that’s building inside my balls. The feeling suddenly retracts when her teeth scrape against my sensitive skin as she sinks her lips back down over me. My eyes fly open at the abrasive feeling, and she smiles around my cock. If she thinks I like that shit, she’s wrong. No man likes teeth near his dick.

I try to settle back into the feeling, as she goes back to licking and sucking on me like a lollipop, teeth thankfully retracted. The sensations start to build again from within. The ache throbbing in my sac. I’m close, but the orgasm is still off in the distance, and I can tell by her sighs and the way her hand is getting rougher that she’s getting annoyed. It’s not like it’s been more than five minutes, but judging by the way she’s behaving, you’d assume she’d been at it for an hour.

I squeeze my eyes shut, trying hard to concentrate on the sensations and not her annoyance. If I don’t come soon, she’s liable to bite my dick off. She lets out another frustrated huff, and I almost just want to push her off and go handle my shit myself. My tight grip feels better than her mouth anyway. But when I’m alone, taking care of my business, my thoughts run straight into forbidden territory. Imagining that it’s Rye’s hand jerking me off. That my body is succumbing to his dominant touch. His huge frame hovering over me, demanding me to give into the pleasure. And when I come, the satisfaction washes over his face. His eyes staring at my strained dick with a pleased smirk forming on his lips.

My cock erupts at the thought, and I hear a screech from the girl kneeled between my legs. Shit. I should’ve kept my eyes open. I just spiraled into a forbidden fantasy. Getting off to the vision of my friend and not the girl who was latched on to the end of my dick.

“You didn’t warn me.” She shakes her head, trying to wipe off her mouth. “Gross. Ick!” She makes a gagging face.

The aftershocks flatline and the pleasure floods right out. I didn’t even get to enjoy it. Her disgusted complaints have frozen the heat right over. I usually give her the heads-up when I’m coming, but I was buried so deep I didn’t even remember she was here. She gets up and rushes into my bathroom and I rub my hands over my face, breathing out a heavy sigh. This is yet another thing I’ve learned to deal with when it comes to Taya.

But… she’s pretty and has cute tits. And she’s a GIRL.

I tuck my dick back in my pants and reach for my phone to check the time. I have to leave now to go pick up the guy I was just fantasizing about. How fucked up is that? I’m just glad we’ll be in a dark theater, distracted by the movie tonight. I don’t think I could look him in the eye and hold a conversation after what I just did.

“I need to get going,” I call out, running my hands through my hair, trying to shake my nerves.

She comes out of the bathroom, looking like she just washed her entire face. Is it really that bad? The way she acts, you think cum is the most disgusting thing she’s ever tasted.

“That’s not fair.” She pouts. “I thought we were going to see the movie together. I was all excited about watching it with you.”

Since when? All she ever watches are rom-coms. And she never once mentioned it when me and Ryes were talking about it at lunch. I think this is her way of trying to infiltrate my guys’ night. Usually, I’d be annoyed. But when Ryeson’s face comes to mind, I find myself asking, “Do you want to come with us? I can check if they still have tickets.” For as much as I really don’t want to hang out with her tonight, she’ll be a good buffer between me and my twisted emotions.

“I would love to go. I thought the reason you were excluding me was because you were still mad about lunch.”

I ignore the bullshit coming from her mouth and go online to purchase the ticket for her. Ryeson and I have been talking about this for a few weeks. She was never invited, and she knows it. But I’ll play her game and let her tag along. She’ll keep me from feeling like a freak as I’m sitting next to my best friend with my pulse racing a mile a minute, and my dick stiff as a board, pressing against my thigh.