Virgin Flyer

Waffles waddled her way over and sniffed Jack’s hand before prancing a figure eight through Jack’s legs and rubbing up against him like a slut.

I sighed. “Seriously? She’s a menace.” I continued cleaning while Jack sat down and made room for Waffles on his lap and continued to massage the cat like this was some kind of feline day spa.

After most of the popcorn was cleaned up, I realized I was staring at Jack’s hands as he stroked his long fingers through Waffles’s coat. Those hands had been all over my body. Those fingers had been inside of me. Just thinking about it ramped me up and made me want him again. In some ways, I felt like an adolescent who’d just discovered masturbation. Except… it was sex, and now I wanted it every minute of every day.

I wiggled my hips, trying to unkink my dick without making it obvious I needed to shift things around.

Jack’s eyes met mine, and the corner of his mouth ticked up. “Whatcha looking at, cutie?”

“Nothing,” I said stupidly. “Um, the cat.”

My face flooded with heat. Why hadn’t I just said, You, you sexy fucker. Want to bang?

Jack gently nudged Waffles out of his lap and stood up, reaching out a hand for me. “C’mere, baby.” This time the words were meant for me. A knowing glint in his eye told me he knew exactly what he was doing. “Now would be an excellent time for your first advanced sex lesson.”

“Um…”

“Take off your clothes, Teo.”

“But, ah…” I looked around, wondering if I was ready for advanced moves. I’d barely gotten my basic competency on the regular moves.

“Get naked, or the first advanced move you’re learning involves my palm leaving a nice pink mark on your ass.”

20

Jack

Maybe it was a mistake to continue sleeping with Teo when I was clearly beginning to have more feelings for him than a simple hookup. He’d made it clear to me from the very beginning that he was in love with his best friend. Hell, it was the only reason we were even together today, to fool Chris into thinking Teo was seeing someone.

And it had worked. The fake-boyfriend thing had pulled out Chris’s jealousy until he’d been forced to express his feelings for Teo. When I’d overheard Teo yelling at him in the hallway of the baseball complex, I’d lost it. All I’d wanted to do was get him out of there, get him away from the selfish prick who truly did want to have his cake and eat it too. The man was a user, and hearing Teo admit to still loving him had cracked something open in me. Envy, maybe. Perhaps I wanted to feel that way about someone too.

But now those feelings seemed to be directed at Teo, and that was the worst thing that could happen. I thought back to what Elaine Stickley had told me about wasting her life being in love with someone who was in love with someone else. At the time, I’d wondered why she hadn’t just cut her losses and moved on, but now I was beginning to catch a glimpse of how that might not be as easy as it sounded.

As I watched Teo shuck his clothes off like they were on fire, I realized it didn’t matter. For the next several hours, I was laying claim to the man regardless of whether or not he was mine. For the next several hours, he was mine, and I planned on taking advantage of every single second of our time together by licking, caressing, and teasing every single inch of his perfect body.

If I couldn’t convince him to want me instead of Chris Banks, I would at least do my best to show him how he deserved to be treated by whoever he ended up with. He deserved the best. He deserved to be worshipped and pleasured until he could hardly think straight and his muscles and bones felt like a twist of overcooked noodles in the bed.

“I feel like the deer caught in the hunter’s sights,” Teo said with a nervous chuckle. He sat naked on the side of his perfectly made bed with his hands stretched behind him, propping him up. “I’m ready for the hunter to do a strip show before aiming his gun at me, if you don’t mind.”

I reached behind me to pull off my T-shirt. “This weapon has been pointed at you most of the day.” I stepped closer after twisting open the button on my fly and lowering my zipper. “Hands and knees, Tee.”

His bright eyes widened as he scrambled more fully onto the bed, scattering the cat and spreading his knees until I could see exactly what I wanted. His pale, round ass was smooth and full, lit up warmly from the bedside table lamp he’d turned on when he was undressing.