Page 19 of Bratty Badboys

I was just having a horny fever. I hadn’t gotten laid in a few years, so that was the only reason. Nothing else.

Caleb

I bit my lip watching her ass sway. Anna’s body was perfection. I wished I could bite her ass…

I will. But first...

Grabbing my clothes, I marched towards the door. The man was there, flustered and leaning on the wall, scrolling on his phone as if that was a normal thing to do at four in the morning by an empty pool.

“You.” I snapped at him, raising my brow when he jumped. “Come here.”

“Me?” He asked, looking behind him. He was trying so hard not to look below my chin, since I was as naked as the day I was born.

I rolled my eyes and grabbed his shirt and dragged him to the men’s locker room. He struggled, even though he was taller than me by a couple inches. But I had more muscles, and he wanted to come with me or he’d have pushed me away.

I slammed him by the locker, dropping my clothes on the bench and invaded his personal space, glaring at him.

Even taller than me, he didn’t want to look down at me and averted his gaze somewhere on the floor. Not even at my naked body. I wanted to scoff. I was fucking sexy, and yes, my cock was a little soft at the moment, but I knew well how hot I fucking was.

“Wanna tell me why you were sneaking on us?” I asked, crossing my arms.

This was so fucking hilarious. I just fucked my celebrity crush, ate the cream-pie out of her, watching the guy in the glasses, and intimidating him in the locker room when he was fully clothed and I was naked with my ass, balls and dick out.

“I… I was just…” he rubbed his neck. I frowned at his phone when he showed me a text.

I gave him a blank stare. “You saw that?” I nodded at the video which was meant for Anna and not the man in front of me. Maybe I had sent it to him by accident. It was a horny, aphrodisiac-induced mistake.

Or maybe not. I didn’t hate the idea of him watching me jerk off using Anna’s panties.

If it was someone else, I’d have deleted the video from their phone, maybe thrown a punch or threatened them, but not this guy…

He was tall and wore glasses for fuck’s sake. Nerds were my weakness. But tall and nerdy? Fuck me. No wonder I had all but worshiped his cock like it was my favorite ice cream cone that night.

My cock twitched and I tried to calm down, staring at the tent on his pants. He was sporting a semi. Good. I wasn’t the only one turned on here.

“I-it was a mistake,” he started, biting his lip and pushing his glasses back. His eyes were really pretty. Brown with golden flecks in them.

“Mistake?” I asked and leaned even closer, putting an arm by his head and whispered in his ear, “Then why are you getting hard, hm?”

His cheeks flushed and I watched his pulse increase. I wanted to lick his neck. Instead, I was a good boy and pulled back, grabbing his jaw and making him look at me. I swear to God, if he looked away from me once again, I would bend him over the bench and show him what he missed that night when he left with a scribbled phone number and without a fucking thank-you.

“Now tell me the truth, pretty boy,” I started and paused. Pretty boy? What the fuck, Caleb? “Did you jerk yourself off to the video?”

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HOT AS HELL

CALEB

He shook his head.

I narrowed my eyes at him.

Why the fuck not?

I was about to ask him when I heard two people and footsteps coming towards the locker room.

Grabbing him, I opened a shower stall and pushed him inside, locking the door behind me. Thank fuck they had shower stalls.

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