Page 30 of Just Forever

“By sucking my dick.”

“I really fucking like it when you ask for what you want directly.”

“In that case, I have a direct proposition for you.”

He steps closer. “I’m listening.”

“Suck my dick,” I say, “and then I’ll eat you out after.”

He’s in front of me now, and his hand goes to the front of my slacks, cupping my already hard cock. He slides his palm up and down my length a few times.

“I like where this is going.”

He chuckles, hand still moving up and down in an enticing rhythm. “No, you don’t. We don’t have time, so unless you can get off in thirty seconds with me doing just this, you’re going to come to that dinner hard and unhappy.”

I rock my hips forward, pushing more firmly against his hand.

“I wouldn’t put it past myself, to be fair,” I gasp.

He keeps rubbing me through my pants, and I close my eyes to enjoy the feeling just as he abruptly pulls his hand away.

My eyes fly open. Lake’s already put a few feet between us.

“That was cruel,” I say.

“No. That was just a taste. Let’s go out with our friends, and then after you can tell me in exact detail what you want me to do, and I promise I will follow every single order.”

“That’s very compliant of you.”

He frowns, and then that frown deepens. “Why do you sound so surprised? I’m nice.”

“Nice? Yes. Compliant… No.”

“Slander,” he says, but his lips are twitching.

“Come on.” I throw on a clean shirt. “Let’s go eat.”

Lake is relaxedon our way to the restaurant, laughing and chatting to the Uber driver. It’s weird. And out of character. I love Lake, but he’s definitely not somebody who chats.

I lean back in my seat and smile while Lake and the driver talk about traffic and the weather.

The car drops us off at the burger place Rachel picked out, and we make our way in. It’s surprisingly roomy and nice inside, and the smell makes my mouth water.

“I’m gonna have one of everything,” I say.

Lake laughs, and we weave through the tables toward the corner where Kelly, Sawyer, and Rachel are sitting.

“Hey!” Rachel jumps up from her seat and hugs us both. “You made it.” She inhales deeply and looks around with an excited smile. “Isn’t this place cool? They do gourmet burgers and pair them with fancy cocktails.”

“Sounds good,” I say, and Rachel smiles at me.

We take our seats and say our hellos to Sawyer and Kelly. Lake has been friends with all three of them since middle school. For me, they’ve been more like acquaintances, but over these past two years, I’ve been included in this friend group too.

“Cool place.” Lake looks around.

This restaurant is a weird mix of classy and mismatched. None of the plates, utensils, or glasses seem to have come fromthe same set, and none of the chairs or tablecloths match, but it somehow manages to feel cozy instead of chaotic.

“How was the trip?” Lake asks after the waitress has taken our orders.

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