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“I am.”
Silence. I can hear my pulse in my ears. My heart is hammering. My skin heating because you can’tnotbe attracted to a man like him. Porn star or not.
I clear my throat and look him dead in the eye. “You gonna get hard or what? I don’t have any Viagra with me, so I hope it still works.”
“Right.” I see that flash in his eyes he used to get when we were little, that look right before he did something so awful I usually went home crying. This is fucking war, and I know it. He knows it. Shit.
His eyes lock with mine as he grabs his cock. “Wanna help me out?”
“No.”
“It’d be more fun if you did.”
“Tyler!”
He takes a step toward me.
“Don’t come near me with that thing out.”
He laughs. My gaze remains trained on his face, but I can still see the movement of his arm. He’s fisting his cock right in front of me, I mean, he kind of has to, given the situation. Damn this is weird and awkward and hot, and I hate myself for thinking it’s hot. I fight to keep my eyes from straying down to his dick. I mean, really,reallyfight it.
“Are you hard yet?” I ask, refusing to look at it.
“Don’t know.”
“What do you mean you don’t know?”
“I don’t know, why don’t you look?”
“Fuck off.”
He laughs, stroking his dick harder, and damn it, the forced movements catch my attention and yep, he’s defiantly hard. I spin around, dump the water into the bowl and quickly stir the plaster until it looks like paste. “What the hell do I do? Just dump it in that tube, or do I scoop it up with the tube?” I ask, starting to panic a little.
“Uh, shit…” He steps up behind me, still pumping his cock. He peers over my shoulder in to the bowl. “Um, maybe pour it.”
“There’s no lip, it’ll go everywhere!”
“Well, if you scoop it up, it’s gonna make a mess.”
“It’s a mess either way, Tyler.”
He steps closer, taking the bowl in his free hand and looking at it. “I say pour it.”
“Can you stop jerking off for a second.”
He huffs. “I’m not exactly turned on right now—I stop touching it it’s gonna go soft.”
“Oh, my God!” I take the tube, hold it over the sink and pour the plaster into it. It goes everywhere. There’s thin, white plaster all over my hand, my arm, all in the sink. “Okay.” I turn around and hold out the tube. “Here.”
“Here what?”
“Here. Take it.”
He shrugs. His hand still on his dick.
“Put your dick in it, Tyler,” I demand.
He grabs the canister from me and shoves his dick inside. “Ugh, that is so…” His face scrunches up in confusion. “…weird feeling. It’s warm and…”
