Page 13 of His Fearless Guy

“I didn’t say she was hotter than you.” My sanity is on the verge of snapping. I can’t believe she’s trying to pull this shit right now. “I think I’m done, Tay.” I don’t even think I can wait until tomorrow to break up with her. I’m not even sure I’m going to go to the party anymore. I’m not sure what the fuck I’m going to feel when Ryes shows up with that girl. I need to lock myself behind closed doors and not come out until I’m back to my normal self.

“No. I’m sorry.” She quickly climbs onto my lap. “It just feels like you’re distant, and then you said that, and I felt insecure. You’re not done. Just let me make it up to you.”

She reaches for the button on my pants, scooting back to get me out. I place my hand over hers and stop her.

“Nah. I’m good. I’m really not interested.” My dick isn’t even hard. She could probably stroke the thing all the way through next period, and I wouldn’t get off.

“Then why did you drag me out here?” She huffs, crossing her arms. “I thought we were going to make out.”

And now she’s back to being bitchy. Her personality flips on a dime. One second she’s begging me not to end things, and now she’s pissed. The reason I dragged her out here was to prove to myself that I’m not gay, but I just made things a thousand times worse.

“Earth to Baylor!”

“I wanted to do stuff, but then you got all insecure and now I’m not interested. Jealousy is a mood killer, Taya.” And myjealousy over that girl Ryes is taking out tonight has definitely killed my mood.

Taya opens the door and climbs out, slamming it shut before she stomps her way back into the building. I give her ten minutes before she’s blowing up my phone and apologizing, begging me not to break up with her. When my phone buzzes in my pocket, I realize I overshot my timing. Looks like she’s already texting.

Ryeson: Thought you were breaking up with the girl?

And I thought he wasn’t into dating high school chicks.

Me: Told you I was planning on doing it after the party.

Ryeson: So why are you leading her on? That’s a dick move.

What’s it to him? He doesn’t even like Taya. And I’m not leading her on. I just told the girl I think I’m done.

Me: I’m not leading her on. She should be walking back in there any minute. And why do you care what the fuck I do with her? You hate the girl.

Ryeson: What? Couldn’t get it up for her?

Motherfucker is just taunting me now.

Me: My dick has lost interest.

Ryeson: Should I be flattered? It was stiff for me. Standing tall and proud.

Shit. What the hell is he doing? Is he trying to fuck with me or flirt with me? Because my cock is definitely reading it as flirting. It’s getting nice and hard for him in my pants.

Me: I wouldn’t let it go to your head. Sometimes a guy’s just horny. I owe you that two hundred by the way

Ryeson: Nah. I just like knowing I won. You should call me the Two Minute King.

I roll my eyes. Now, he’s gloating. But he is a king. I’ve never come so hard or so fast in my life, but like hell I’ll admit that to him.

Me: Cocky much?

Ryeson: You fucking know it. I’ve got inches on you.

My cock pulses at the vision of his big dick. Thick and long, with a perfect crown. But I wouldn’t say he’s incheslarger than me. I grab mine through my pants and groan when a shudder of sparks runs through my shaft. Mine definitely comes close in size.

Me: I think the water was distorting your view. It acts as a magnifying glass. I think we’re the same size.

Ryeson: Hate to break it to you, but you’re wrong.

Me: You want to measure them again?

I know I’m playing with fire, but I still hit send on my text. My dick is so hard, waiting to see his response. If he takes the challenge, I’m pretty sure that means he’s game for another round.

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