Page 44 of Just A Little Fling

My nerve endings instantly went into overdrive as blood thrummed through my veins and pooled directly in my dick, which, inconveniently, chubbed up again. I’d spent more time jacking off in the shower since I’d met Babbo than I had in the previous ten years put together. Fuck, I felt like a teenager again when a sweet kiss hardened me.

It had been a long time since I’d had this reaction to anyone. I refused to acknowledge, even to myself, the mysterious dry spell that had magically started at the beginning of December with anyone except for him. When Babbo drew away, I had to physically grab the seat of my chair to avoid following him.

Holy hell with a hand job, I needed out of there before I did something so foolish I couldn’t even name it right now. My gut said this man would ruin me, but I couldn’t make myself run away.

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Rory

I have concerns.

Owen

Is everything okay?

Anders

What’s wrong?

Nico

Rory

I don’t know if anything is wrong because Nico is not using the group chat. It’s been radio silence.

Nico

Haha, nothing to share.

Rory

Nothing at all?

Nico

Not really.

Owen

Not really means something. That something is either not actually a big deal or a *really* big deal, but you don’t want to say it’s a big deal.

Nico

What???? It’s nothing.

Rory

Ah, okay. It’s a big deal.

Owen

But what kind of big deal?

Anders

Guys, you’re really getting close to badgering territory.

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