Page 24 of Bratty Badboys

“I’m pansexual,” he said.

I nodded, knowing what it meant. Caleb liked everyone, no matter their sex or gender. I didn’t know why, but I was feeling similar to when Aaron came out to me and Felix all those years ago, telling us he was gay.

I already knew, so I happily hugged and accepted him as he was.

Caleb continued clearing his throat, “And I know we are not exclusive or something, we literally met yesterday, but…” he sighed as if he didn’t know how to say it. “I kind of played around with someone after you left?”

I frowned. “Played around?”

“A guy.” He bit his lip, his lip piercing gleaming in the light. “I did stuff, like we did, in the men’s locker room after you left. Not sex, but… yeah. I didn’t want to hide anything from you.”

My eyes were wide, and I was feeling light. I hadn’t expected him to say that.

“I’m sorry.”

I blinked at him, at his worried face. “You played around with a guy after fucking me by the pool?”

His eyes widened as he nodded slowly.

I took a deep breath and stepped closer to him. I trailed my hand over the expensive fabric of the lapel of his suit to his shirt collar. “Thank you for being honest with me, Caleb.” I said, meeting his onyx eyes.

I scrunched the fabric in my fist and tugged him down, his lips parting. Moving my lips closer to his ear, I whispered, “Next time, I want to be there when you play around with other men.”

I pulled back as he kept staring at me, a slight flush on his cheeks. “Huh?”

“Did I stutter, baby?”

His voice was hoarse when he shook his head. “No, ma’am.”

“Then do you understand what I just said?”

Caleb nodded, his pupils dilated as he licked his lips. “Yes, ma’am.”

“Good boy.” I smiled, patting his cheek. “I’ll see you at the wedding.”

I was about to leave when I noticed the bulge on his crotch, and staring straight into his eyes, I said, “Don’t touch your cock without me.”

With a smile, I turned and started walking away with an extra sway to my hips. My smile turned bigger when I heard him curse, “Fuck me.”

PART II

“Will you be a good girl for me?”

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CAUGHT IN 4K

CALEB

I fixed my tie for the umpteenth time, groaning in frustration when it wouldn’t stay put. “Fuck it,” I mumbled, running a hand through my hair and eyeing my lips.

The lip ring was feeling snug since my lips were swollen from all the kissing and sucking, I had done early morning. My thin eyeliner and black nails looked good. Not exactly gay marriage worthy, but I only had black nail polish.

Don’t touch your cock without me.

I sighed, thinking about the interaction I had with Anna. She had turned me on and left me alone in the hallway with a raging hard-on. I had to use the washroom, but my bulge was still there. I swallowed, glancing at my boner and forced it down, thinking about the job and long hours of coding and—yep, my dick was sulking.

I checked myself once more in the bathroom mirror before making sure my shoes looked tidy and made my way through the marriage hall.

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