“Yeah, I do. But so then . . . how’d you not notice that some dude’s phone was out?”
Simeon’s mouth twisted up into a filthy grin. “I was kinda busy at the time, boo.”
Oh shit. Was this it? The moment when he tried to blitz me with the details? I’d been waiting for it ever since we’d started poking at each other, and had already come up with strategies on how to make jokes instead of getting flustered. He thought I’d cringe at an all-you-can-suck anecdote? Pssh. I’d trounce him with the tale of me, Rocky Swoops and the triplets in Ibiza. As homophobic as Rocky was, you’d think he would be a little shyer about fucking in front of other dudes, but that whole trip had been group sex and utter debauchery. Usually instigated by him.
Wetting my lips, I shifted on the couch and tried to stop thinking about the funny feeling in my stomach. He was making me nervous already, and he hadn’t even tried. Or had he? Simeon grinned and flirted and teased so much I couldn’t tell how much came naturally and how much was on purpose.
“You can’t scare me, bro. You won’t win this round by describing the girth of some frat boy’s wood.”
“You sure about that?” Simeon’s gaze slid over me before centering on my face. “Because it was three frat boys and they took turns. Probably passed around the phone once one of them was balls deep. There’s details you’ve never dreamed of.”
“I dunno, man. I’ve dreamed of some pretty sick shit. Watched some pretty sick shit too.”
Simeon’s gaze lit up. “Is that a hint that you wanna watch the vid?”
“What? Fuck no.” I scoffed, shaking my head, but couldn’t break his stare. “You have it on your phone?”
“Nah. But it’s uploaded on a bunch of sites. Can find it in about ten seconds.”
My heart catapulted towards my chest and settled into a steady hammer. “That’s weird, man.”
“Yeah, it is, but it’s not like I can make it disappear forever. I did it and it’s out there.” Simeon knocked his knee against mine. “Upside is I know you’re pissing your pants right now at the idea of me whipping it out.”
“I’m really not.”
“Yeah, you are.”
Simeon dropped a hand on my shoulder and squeezed, digging his fingers into the tense muscle. My dick twitched. I was seriously bugging.
“Look how stiff you are. All from the mention of a video.”
“I’m not scared of your little sex tape, Boudreaux.” The semi I had from him touching me while talking about it proved otherwise. It also proved something I was too out of breath and riled up to deal with right now. “Fuck it. Pull it up. Let’s see you in action. I’ll give you a critique on your dick-sucking skills.”
Simeon’s laugh, loud and deep and rolling, filled the room in a way that once again made my stomach clench. He smiled slow, dragging his teeth over his lower lip, and that clench escalated into an explosion of tingles that went straight to the stiffening heat between my thighs. What was he doing to me?
“Let’s get one thing straight. When it comes to sucking dick, I’m the professional here. The only time you’ll be in a position to give me a pointer is when your pants are around your ankles and you’re telling me whether you like it fast or slow.”
My lips parted, but no sound came out. I wet them and swallowed, and the clicking of my throat was deafening in the room.
“Stop talking shit and bring up the video,” I croaked.
He winked and whipped out his phone. While he tapped out a Google search, or whatever the hell one did to locate their own vid, I stared at his profile and tried to figure out what sorcery he was using on me. Yeah, okay, so this game had been my idea. I’d started it. But I’d never pushed boundaries and limits with any other guy. Just him. From the start, even back in the Predators when we’d spent some Friday nights together kicking it in my apartment instead of partying with the others, I’d only ever considered doing that with him.
Simeon glanced at me and that devilish smile played around the corners of his mouth again. “You’re supposed to be looking at the video.”
Fuck. I was tripping.
He’d not only found the video, he’d projected it onto the wall. My curiosity about the technological capabilities of his phone went out the window as the projected image came into sharper focus. He hadn’t hit play yet, but the picture displayed Simeon crushed against the wall by a man about my size. I couldn’t see Simeon’s face yet, but I’d know those reddish-brown curls anywhere.
“You ready?”
I licked my lips again, shifting on the couch. “You sure you want me to see this shit, man? It doesn’t piss you off?”