lips.
"Suck it nice and slow, baby. Just
take your time with it. It's my first time." I groaned and pinched the tip
of my cock as a shudder ran through me. I hadn't been with a woman that
thrilled me in ages, but something told me that if I could just play my cards
right, the rich girl with a bad attitude would bring me back to life.
I rolled onto my stomach and pressed my
face to the bed as I lifted my ass in the air and worked into my hand at a pace
that had my heart racing, and yet...nothing. No excitement or thrill. No
promise of release.
"Come on." I groaned and bit my
lip, forcing my thoughts to the sexy blonde that had been on the boat with us
earlier. She was cute and fun. If the rich girl didn't put out within a few
hours of working my charm on her, I'd find the blonde from the boat.
I thrusted hard and rolled back over to my
back, treating my cock like an object as I took myself rough and hard.
Nothing. I felt nothing.
"Fuck." I sat up and reached
back, grabbing my pillow and launching it across the room. Anger burned through
me, and yet there was no outlet. I loved women and spent my nights in the arms
of a different one every night, but it was getting old.
I flopped back down in the bed and pulled
the cover up around me before turning on my side and forgoing my need to come.
It wasn't going to happen. Fuck, it hadn't happened in weeks. All those pretty
girls, and I was looking for something I couldn't find.
Daniel needed someone to talk to about
confidence, and I needed a shoulder to cry on. But it wasn't going to happen.
The guys believed me to be every bit of the cock I'd convinced them I was over
the years. No fucking way was I letting down my guard and baring myself to them
or anyone else.
Besides, I wouldn't even know where to
start.
*
"Hey, fucker. Get up." A bang at
my door accompanied by Clay's voice woke me up.
I groaned and rolled over, still half
naked under the sheets. "Get out."
"I'm not in the room, idiot. Get up.
We're going to for a burger at Jasper's before we head to the party. Let's
go." He hit the door a few more times.
I didn't respond, but pulled myself up.
Daniel's family was spotting the bill for the summer, and they'd put a spending
cap on us, but it was so high that there was no way in hell we would hit it. We
were all pretty responsible with it, but when it was time to eat, you ate or
you were on your own to lick up everyone's leftovers from the fridge.
A groan left me as I got up and fumbled
around in the bedroom as I tried to get dressed. The guys wouldn't want to come
back to the house before going to Clint's, so getting ready meant doing so for
dinner and the party. I needed a woman with me later that night, even if it
wasn't going to end with me finding release. The comfort of having one in my
bed was enough to stave off my angst.
I flipped on the light and found a pair of
khaki shorts and a polo before walking out and getting my sandals from the
porch. The guys were laughing about something as I pulled my deodorant from the
cabinet in the kitchen and put on a little bit of cologne. Daniel and Clay were
weird about wanting space in the bathroom, and the only solution was to take
over a cabinet in the kitchen.
"You awake, buddy?" Derek patted
my back as I pressed my hands to the kitchen cabinet and let out a long yawn.
"Yeah, I'm good." I ran my hands
over my face and followed them out to Clay's old blue truck. We piled in it and
rode to town with the guys singing loudly. I wasn't awake enough to do much
more than grunt here and there.
By the time we got to the burger joint,
their attention was on me and my lack of personality.
"What's up, man? Too many girls
getting away from the famous Brody Myers?" Clay pushed at my shoulder as
we walked into the burger place.
"Yep. I need to up my game." I
grabbed a menu and walked to a table in the middle of the room. The place was packed,
and the noise grated on my nerves a little.
"Up your game?" Daniel sat
"Suck it nice and slow, baby. Just
take your time with it. It's my first time." I groaned and pinched the tip
of my cock as a shudder ran through me. I hadn't been with a woman that
thrilled me in ages, but something told me that if I could just play my cards
right, the rich girl with a bad attitude would bring me back to life.
I rolled onto my stomach and pressed my
face to the bed as I lifted my ass in the air and worked into my hand at a pace
that had my heart racing, and yet...nothing. No excitement or thrill. No
promise of release.
"Come on." I groaned and bit my
lip, forcing my thoughts to the sexy blonde that had been on the boat with us
earlier. She was cute and fun. If the rich girl didn't put out within a few
hours of working my charm on her, I'd find the blonde from the boat.
I thrusted hard and rolled back over to my
back, treating my cock like an object as I took myself rough and hard.
Nothing. I felt nothing.
"Fuck." I sat up and reached
back, grabbing my pillow and launching it across the room. Anger burned through
me, and yet there was no outlet. I loved women and spent my nights in the arms
of a different one every night, but it was getting old.
I flopped back down in the bed and pulled
the cover up around me before turning on my side and forgoing my need to come.
It wasn't going to happen. Fuck, it hadn't happened in weeks. All those pretty
girls, and I was looking for something I couldn't find.
Daniel needed someone to talk to about
confidence, and I needed a shoulder to cry on. But it wasn't going to happen.
The guys believed me to be every bit of the cock I'd convinced them I was over
the years. No fucking way was I letting down my guard and baring myself to them
or anyone else.
Besides, I wouldn't even know where to
start.
*
"Hey, fucker. Get up." A bang at
my door accompanied by Clay's voice woke me up.
I groaned and rolled over, still half
naked under the sheets. "Get out."
"I'm not in the room, idiot. Get up.
We're going to for a burger at Jasper's before we head to the party. Let's
go." He hit the door a few more times.
I didn't respond, but pulled myself up.
Daniel's family was spotting the bill for the summer, and they'd put a spending
cap on us, but it was so high that there was no way in hell we would hit it. We
were all pretty responsible with it, but when it was time to eat, you ate or
you were on your own to lick up everyone's leftovers from the fridge.
A groan left me as I got up and fumbled
around in the bedroom as I tried to get dressed. The guys wouldn't want to come
back to the house before going to Clint's, so getting ready meant doing so for
dinner and the party. I needed a woman with me later that night, even if it
wasn't going to end with me finding release. The comfort of having one in my
bed was enough to stave off my angst.
I flipped on the light and found a pair of
khaki shorts and a polo before walking out and getting my sandals from the
porch. The guys were laughing about something as I pulled my deodorant from the
cabinet in the kitchen and put on a little bit of cologne. Daniel and Clay were
weird about wanting space in the bathroom, and the only solution was to take
over a cabinet in the kitchen.
"You awake, buddy?" Derek patted
my back as I pressed my hands to the kitchen cabinet and let out a long yawn.
"Yeah, I'm good." I ran my hands
over my face and followed them out to Clay's old blue truck. We piled in it and
rode to town with the guys singing loudly. I wasn't awake enough to do much
more than grunt here and there.
By the time we got to the burger joint,
their attention was on me and my lack of personality.
"What's up, man? Too many girls
getting away from the famous Brody Myers?" Clay pushed at my shoulder as
we walked into the burger place.
"Yep. I need to up my game." I
grabbed a menu and walked to a table in the middle of the room. The place was packed,
and the noise grated on my nerves a little.
"Up your game?" Daniel sat
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