Page 3 of His Fearless Guy

She licks her lips, staring up at me, then her mouth descends. Sliding down over my cock, taking only a few inches between her lips. Her small hands wrap around the rest of my girth. It’s a weak grip. Too soft and delicate. I wish she’d squeeze me tighter. I wish she’d take me deeper and suck harder. Slide her lips all the way down until the end of my dick is hitting the back of her throat, her muscles constricting around me. But she says it makes her gag and hurts her cheeks, so she only sucks on the end.

I’m not complaining. It still gets me off. And having her mouth on me settles the discomfort in my nerves. It makes me feel like I’m not a freak.

Her tongue flicks against the little bundle of nerves under the tip and I give her a taste of the need that’s building inside my balls. The feeling suddenly retracts when her teeth scrape against my sensitive skin as she sinks her lips back down over me. My eyes fly open at the abrasive feeling, and she smiles around my cock. If she thinks I like that shit, she’s wrong. No man likes teeth near his dick.

I try to settle back into the feeling, as she goes back to licking and sucking on me like a lollipop, teeth thankfully retracted. The sensations start to build again from within. The ache throbbing in my sac. I’m close, but the orgasm is still off in the distance, and I can tell by her sighs and the way her hand is getting rougher that she’s getting annoyed. It’s not like it’s been more than five minutes, but judging by the way she’s behaving, you’d assume she’d been at it for an hour.

I squeeze my eyes shut, trying hard to concentrate on the sensations and not her annoyance. If I don’t come soon, she’s liable to bite my dick off. She lets out another frustrated huff, and I almost just want to push her off and go handle my shit myself. My tight grip feels better than her mouth anyway. But when I’m alone, taking care of my business, my thoughts run straight into forbidden territory. Imagining that it’s Rye’s hand jerking me off. That my body is succumbing to his dominant touch. His huge frame hovering over me, demanding me to give into the pleasure. And when I come, the satisfaction washes over his face. His eyes staring at my strained dick with a pleased smirk forming on his lips.

My cock erupts at the thought, and I hear a screech from the girl kneeled between my legs. Shit. I should’ve kept my eyes open. I just spiraled into a forbidden fantasy. Getting off to the vision of my friend and not the girl who was latched on to the end of my dick.

“You didn’t warn me.” She shakes her head, trying to wipe off her mouth. “Gross. Ick!” She makes a gagging face.

The aftershocks flatline and the pleasure floods right out. I didn’t even get to enjoy it. Her disgusted complaints have frozen the heat right over. I usually give her the heads-up when I’m coming, but I was buried so deep I didn’t even remember she was here. She gets up and rushes into my bathroom and I rub my hands over my face, breathing out a heavy sigh. This is yet another thing I’ve learned to deal with when it comes to Taya.

But… she’s pretty and has cute tits. And she’s a GIRL.

I tuck my dick back in my pants and reach for my phone to check the time. I have to leave now to go pick up the guy I was just fantasizing about. How fucked up is that? I’m just glad we’ll be in a dark theater, distracted by the movie tonight. I don’t think I could look him in the eye and hold a conversation after what I just did.

“I need to get going,” I call out, running my hands through my hair, trying to shake my nerves.

She comes out of the bathroom, looking like she just washed her entire face. Is it really that bad? The way she acts, you think cum is the most disgusting thing she’s ever tasted.

“That’s not fair.” She pouts. “I thought we were going to see the movie together. I was all excited about watching it with you.”

Since when? All she ever watches are rom-coms. And she never once mentioned it when me and Ryes were talking about it at lunch. I think this is her way of trying to infiltrate my guys’ night. Usually, I’d be annoyed. But when Ryeson’s face comes to mind, I find myself asking, “Do you want to come with us? I can check if they still have tickets.” For as much as I really don’t want to hang out with her tonight, she’ll be a good buffer between me and my twisted emotions.

“I would love to go. I thought the reason you were excluding me was because you were still mad about lunch.”

I ignore the bullshit coming from her mouth and go online to purchase the ticket for her. Ryeson and I have been talking about this for a few weeks. She was never invited, and she knows it. But I’ll play her game and let her tag along. She’ll keep me from feeling like a freak as I’m sitting next to my best friend with my pulse racing a mile a minute, and my dick stiff as a board, pressing against my thigh.

3

Ryeson

Ihear the sound of Baylor’s diesel engine pulling into my driveway, and I’m practically rushing out the door. It’s stupid that I’m this stoked about hanging out with my buddy, but it’s been so damn long. We used to chill every day: going out to the field to practice our throws, hitting the wrestling mat, playing video games. Always coming up with stupid pranks to play on Kyler and Chase. It was fun just working on homework with him. But for the last three months, I can count on one hand how many times we’ve hung out just the two of us.

I lock up the house and turn, nearly tripping down the front porch steps when I see inside his truck. “What the fuck is she doing here?” Taya waves at me through the passenger window, and my jaw clenches up, unable to force the smile. I sure as hell hope he’s just giving her a ride back to her house on the way to the theater.

“Hey, man!” Bay smiles as I open the back. The least he could’ve done was send me a text and given me a heads-up that we are going to be dropping his girlfriend off on our way.

“Hey, Ryes!” Taya says, and her bubbly voice sets off that jagged emotion I detest. Jealousy is now raiding my conscience. “Hope you don’t mind me tagging along on your guys’ night. I’ve been dying to see this movie.”

The door slams harder than I intend. Are you fucking kidding me? The one fucking night we were going to hang out— the one night after months of him ditching me—and he had to bring her along. He didn’t even check in with me to make sure I was cool with the change of plans. He just blindsided me.

I’m not even in the mood to go see the fucking thing anymore. I won’t be able to see past the red in my mind. It’s one fucking night. One night.

“Ryes, dude, you good?” I look over, wondering how he could be so fucking clueless. No, I’m not fucking good. I don’t know what the hell happened to my best friend, but the guy I’m staring at isn’t him. He’s changed. He used to make fun of Chase for being so wrapped up with Cassie, but at least Chase still comes out for guys’ nights. Baylor is pussy whipped and puts his girlfriend above all else. Even if I was head over heels for someone, I’d never do this shit to him. I’d never cut my friends out of my life no matter how in love with her I was.

“Yeah, I’m fine,” I say, hearing the gruffness in my voice that makes my answer unbelievable. The ragged edge of my anger slices through each word. He and I are going to have words later, but I won’t make a scene in front of Taya. She’ll go back to her bitch squad and who knows what rumors will be spread. Besides, what I have to say is not for her ears. I don’t like the girl, and it’s time I let my opinion be known to Bay. That way he won’t pull this shit again in the future. If he wants to hang out with her, he can cut me out of the equation.

He pulls out of my driveway, and I focus on the scenery out the window, the trees passing by, so I keep myself from glaring Taya down. This isn’t her fault. Sure, she knew this was supposed to be a guys’ night and yet she still imposed herself into our plans anyway, but my beef is with Baylor. This is about him not setting boundaries and telling the girl no. This is about him not giving a shit about me or our friendship. He’s decided that sex is more important than the ten years we were inseparable. And if that’s the case, I’m out.

“Dude, you sure you’re good. It looks like something’s up.”

The fact that he’s asking me that digs the anger in deeper. He can’t be that fucking clueless. It’s not that hard to figure out. I’d shoot him a text, but it will show up on his dashboard screen and Siri will read it out loud.

“Just got shit on the brain.” I turn my attention back out the window.

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