Page 94 of Not Dating Material

“Anything other than having sex with you? Not really.”

“Well, there’s the next part of your training. Raise your standards.”

“Maybe I like dumpster diving,” he says innocently, turning back to the puzzle.

There’s no way I’m letting him get away with that. “Ex-muffin-cuse me? You did not just call me a dumpster!” I hook my arm around him and drag him backward into my lap.

Molly cries out as I tickle him. “Technically … technically no,” he gasps. “I said you were what’s inside the dumpster.”

“Trash!” I wrestle him to the floor, Molly still struggling to breathe around his laughter and me still trying to keep my smile under control. “I’ll give you trash.”

“Y-yeah. This is totally … t-totally changing my mind.”

I grab his thin wrists and pin them above his head, and finally, his laughter dies. His pink tongue flicks over his bottom lip.

“Up your standards from me and my trashy cock.”

Molly squirms under me. “Don’t tease me with that thing.”

“But why? I’m just reminding you how far you’ve fallen.”

“I’m sorry.” He struggles against my hold. “So sorry. I’ve been so bad, Seven. You should definitely punish me.”

“Should I?” An evil idea forms in my brain. And even though it’s going to torture me too, it won’t be half as bad as it’ll be for Molly.

I reach down, undo my pants, then pull my half-hard cock out through the fly.

His jaw drops as he stares at it, his own bulge growing beneath my thigh. “I’ve been so, so bad.”

“You have,” I agree, giving myself a firm stroke. I gently tug one of my piercings before rolling my palm over the crown of my cock. The attention and Molly’s lust-filled gaze help get me all the way hard in seconds. It’d be so easy to shift up and press my tip to his lips. To hold him down and fill his mouth. To watch the way his face goes all sexily dazed when he’s turned on.

But instead of doing all the many, many things I want to him, I tuck myself back away and give him a quick peck on the lips.

“H-hey!” he protests, but I’m already pushing off him. “That wasn’t fair.”

“Maybe. But it was fun for me.”

“You sure about that?” He scrambles to his feet. “You’re hard. You don’t want my mouth to help you?”

Another flash of pushing him to his knees, those big eyes gazing up from under his lashes at me. He’s way too hard to resist.

“I’m good,” I tell him with a wink. “Enjoy the puzzle.”

Then I turn and leave the room, bounding up the stairs before Molly can follow. I close my bedroom door behind me and lock it for good measure, because if he walks in here right now, I can’t be held responsible for throwing him on my bed and using those pretty lips.

I’m trying to ignore my raging hard-on when my phone dings.

I wish I was surprised to find a message from Molly, and I can’t even exercise the slightest bit of self-control to stop myself from opening it.

It’s a picture. Of him in one of my T-shirts that he’s clearly snatched from the laundry. A long breath rushes from me at how sexy he looks in my clothes. He’s sitting with no pants on, legs open, and my oversized shirt just covering the good bits. His mop of hair is a sexy mess, and he’s sucking one finger into his mouth.

Holy forking hell.

Molly:

Sure you don’t want a hand?

I’m not a saint. I’m not even a strong-willed person. It takes every last scrap of willpower to grab my lube instead of barreling down the hall to his room. I jerk off hard and fast, photo right in front of my face, imagining giving it to Molly while he’s wearing my things.

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