Wicked Lies Boys Tell

“You’re rubbing on my boyfriend’s cock. My restraint can only be tested so long before I snap,” he growls under his breath.

I guess he confirmed to her that we’re together now.

My chest aches in a satisfying way at his words. I’m his and he’s jealous. It makes me want to get on my knees and show him how loyal I am to him too. Those thoughts don’t help the state of my dick, though. I bite on my bottom lip, trying to drive my lust-filled thoughts out of my mind and lock eyes with Cope over Leah’s head.

He drops his gaze to my mouth. I release my lip and lick my bottom one to wet it. His eyes track the movement of my tongue, searing heat burning in his stare.

I have to tear away and look elsewhere before I do something stupid like press my lips to his. As soon as I glance over at the windows of the cafeteria, I see Ivy with Jett’s arm around her glaring at us, making me stiffen.

“We have stalkers,” I mutter under my breath, tugging Leah back toward me. I slide my fingers into Leah’s hair and tilt her head back. “Kiss me like you mean it.”

Our lips press together and she kisses me sweetly. Knowing Ivy’s watching makes me nervous. I can’t help but look at Cope for support. His narrowed eyes are laser-sharp as he watches me kiss her. It helps if I pretend it’s him instead. I kiss her deeper and she lets out a moan of surprise. Our tongues tangle, but she tastes all wrong. I want Cope’s mouth on mine. The way his teeth are gritting away to dust, I’d say he wishes for the same.

“She’s gone,” Cope barks out.

I pull away rather quickly from Leah’s kiss and rise to my feet. “I’m going to take a piss before my next class.”

Cope jumps to his feet. “Me too.”

Leah laughs and grabs her bag. “See you two lovebirds around.”

I give her a wave, but Cope is already stalking away. His broad swimmer’s shoulders are tense. Trying to look casual, I follow after him. I attempt not to be so obvious about the fact I want to fuck his brains out. The three of us have an image to keep up.

Cope ducks into a bathroom and I slip in behind him. Several guys are exiting as the bell to end lunch resounds. He walks into the handicap stall but doesn’t close the door behind him.

An invitation.

One I gladly accept.

As soon as I open the door and step inside, he slams it closed behind me, pushing me up against the door. His hips press to mine, letting me feel just how hard his cock is.

“This is harder than I thought,” he rumbles, his icy blue eyes pinning me.

“Us?”

His grinds his teeth as he stares at my lips. “Not us, Penn. You and her. Watching you kiss her makes me burn with rage.”

“Does it help I didn’t enjoy it and wished it were you?” I ask, a smile tugging at my lips.

He smirks. “It helps, but it’s not good enough. I’ll feel better when I remove every trace of her.”

His lips press to mine, gently at first, and then our tongues tangle in a heated frenzy. My hands are everywhere, desperate to touch every hard muscle on his body. He groans, rocking his hips against me. If he keeps rubbing his dick against me, I’m going to come in my pants like a fucking loser.

I yank his hoodie up some, desperate to touch his rigid abs. He lets out a hiss of air when my fingers stroke along his bare flesh. Then, because I need to touch him more, I unbuckle his belt and shove my hand down into his pants. He’s hard as fuck and thrusts against my grip. Our mouths are just a breath apart as I slowly fuck him with my hand. We’re quiet, aside from our heaving breathing, as I jerk him off. When his sounds become uneven and ragged—a clear indicator he’s about to come—I slide down to one knee and take him in my mouth. His fingers grip my hair hard and he lets out a string of curse words as he comes. The salty burst of cum hits my tongue and I swallow him down through each throb of his cock. When I’m sure he’s done, I pull off and tuck him back into his pants.

“Feel better now?” I ask as I buckle his belt and look up at him.

His eyes are hooded and he wears a lazy, sated smile. “For now,” he teases. “If I get jealous again, I’ll come find you.”

I lick my lips and then kiss his pouty mouth. “I’ll be ready. With you, I’m always ready.”

Copeland

I’m thrumming with pent-up energy. Watching Leah and Penn pretend all day is making me antsy. I need to go swim to burn off some steam or some shit. When the final bell of the day rings, I stalk down the hallway on a mission to find them. They’re not by Penn’s Jeep that’s parked next to my Camaro, so I lean against my car door and stare at his vehicle.