Page 19 of His Fearless Guy

He’s still acting like nothing happened between us, like nothing’s changed in our friendship. While I’m over here feelinglike everything’s changed. It’s hard to be in the same room with him now without getting aroused and wanting to cross the line with him. Maybe he’s right though. Maybe I should just let it go and get on the same page with him. It’s clear he never wants it to happen again.

“Yeah, sure. I’ve got nothing else going on tonight.” I shrug. “But I’m not making any wagers.”

He gives me a smirk. “Why not? Taya drain you dry?”

His choice of words fucks with my head. Taya hasn’t touched my dick in the last few days. He’s been the one draining me dry. But I know he’s referring to my wallet.

“Nah. I’m just a little rusty in the game. I’m not taking a losing bet.”

“Come on then. It’s time for me to spank your ass.”

My head needs to get out of the gutter. He’s going to tell me to choke up on my hold during the game and I’m going to go for his dick.

“You hungry?” he asks, heading straight to the kitchen.

“I can always eat.” I take a seat up on the counter. “So, what’s Willow like?” I ask, looking for a neutral topic that won’t have me thinking about his dick. Though I just did.

“She’s cool. Very shy. But she struggles with her speech, so I think that’s why she doesn’t say much. Bren is so different with her, by the way.”

“In what way?”

“I don’t know, man.” He grabs some bags of chips from the pantry and tosses them on the counter before walking over to the freezer and pulling out a frozen pizza. “He’s not as wild. And he definitely seemed nervous at dinner, which was crazy to see.”

I can’t even picture it. Nothing rattles that guy. We could be tied in a championship game with thirty seconds left on the clock, the other team in control of the ball, and the guy is smiling wide, doing a Fortnite dance as he gets into position.

“I just think he’s really into her and worried about making a good impression.”

“Yeah, well if that’s the case, he should keep her away from the bitches at our school. They’ll eat her alive.”

Girls are always vying for Bren’s attention. If they get wind he’s getting serious over someone, they’ll stalk Willow’s social media account and start blasting shit about her. They’ll latch right onto her speech struggles and tear the girl apart.

“What the fuck is wrong with girls?” He shakes his head.

“Hell if I know. It’s like they’re all in competition with each other.” Us guys leave it on the playing field. If we get into it and have a disagreement, we’ll take it to the ring then shake hands after and move on with our lives. But girls hold onto shit forever. “It’s really putting me off the dating scene.”

“Welcome to the club!” He gives me a high five. “I think I’m holding out until college.”

“The only thing I’m truly going to miss right now is kissing a girl…their soft lips…and the way they smell.” I groan at the thought.

“I still can’t believe you called me a shit kisser,” he gripes. “None of the girls I’ve ever been with have complained.”

“Whatever you say, man. I just know I won’t be kissing you again.” I laugh, busting his chops.

He shoves off the counter and crosses the space between us, coming at me like he’s ready to throw a punch. My comment pissed him off. His hand comes up, and I shift back to dodge his strike, but I’m caught within his grasp. His giant palm grips around the front of my neck. He pulls me forward, his eyes glaring right into mine, and then his mouth slams down. I let out a grunt at the surprise attack and his tongue slips right in.

I’m still not grasping what the fuck is happening, but… I don’t want it to stop. My hands come up clutching onto his shirt, and I open up to let him show me what he’s got. At first his lipsare strong and demanding, and his tongue is like a violent storm. It’s like the anger is pouring out of him with every strike. But then…he starts to ease up. His lips soften and his tongue starts to settle down, slowly sliding against mine. I let out a groan as the fire starts to burn in my gut. It’s definitely different from any kiss I’ve had before. And it’s so fucking good.

His teeth sink into my lower lip, giving it a tug, and I start to leak cum into my briefs like the faucet that’s dripping next to me. His hand tightens around my neck, nearly choking off my air supply and I swear I almost come on the spot. He’s taunting the orgasm right from my body. Making all the blood rush between my legs.

His tongue starts to slip away, and I chase it down, not wanting this to end. I suck the thick appendage right back into my mouth, drawing on it like it’s a lollipop. It’s like I’m blowing his mouth while he’s blowing my mind. He lets out a groan and squeezes tighter around my neck. Fuck, it’s an insane feeling. The restriction of oxygen has me about to pass out on pleasure.

He suddenly pulls away, and I nearly groan at the loss. I open my eyes and he’s practically seething. Breathing hard. His jaw clenched tight. That strong hand still gripped around my neck, squeezing tight.

“Take your dick out,” he grits between his teeth.

I reach down, quickly following his order. My fingers nearly shaking with anticipation as I work to get my button unfastened. Every inch of me is trembling with need. I’ve never wanted anything so much in my life. I finally get them undone and slide my hand inside, groaning as I wrap my palm around my shaft. One squeeze and my nut’s about to bust.

“Quit beating off and pull it out.” I tug it through the slit of my briefs and give him what he wants. His eyes drop between my legs and his jaw clenches tighter. “You want to tell me I’m a shit kisser now?” His hand comes out and slides right up the fulllength of my hard dick. My head falls back on my shoulders on a groan. “Feels to me like you were wrong.”

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