Page 58 of Manhattan Tormentor

We fucked. He experimented; I should be the one to kick him out to keep the upper hand, but I stride across the room.

“That’ll take too long, we have pizzas in the freezer, I’ll toss them in the oven.”

Finn half-grins and nearly makes me kiss the carpet when he adds, “don’t be long.”

That sexy jackass definitely has a split personality.

He’s lounged in the middle of my bed scrolling through his phone again when I come back. “Anyone important?” I ask. More than curious which girls are messaging him for a hook-up.

“Bates. There’s a party.”

“You going?”

“Trying to get rid of me, Fierro?”

“Honestly, I didn’t think you’d stick around.”

He smirks in his cocky way. You’d think it was me testing out my queerness for the first time and not him. Unsure how to proceed and he’s sprawled like he has no place to be other than on the bed of the guy he fucked.

“Me neither.”

His phone chimes again, and he starts typing.

I busy myself with my computer, pulling on the discarded t-shirt while I go over my summer calendar. It’s only when his hand curls around the back of my neck I’m pulled out of my work fog—as everyone calls it, where I forget life exists.

“Don’t you need to call your parents?”

“What am I, seven?”

“Do you have to be a sarcastic fuck with everything?”

“Yes. My parents wouldn’t care where I am unless they need to parade me to their shithead friends. I know you’re trying to be nice, Fierro, but I’m not that guy. I don’t share my feelings.” He heaves me to my feet and our bodies collide. Fireworks burst in the air surrounding us and he sucks in a breath. His pupils dilate as I rest my hand on his bare stomach. “Get this shirt off, we have five minutes before the pizza is ready.”

“Something in mind, Maverick?”

Please say it has to do with my dick.

He smirks, dark and dirty and god help me, I like him this way.

Even if he’s using me as a testing post, I like it.

I like him.

I use the front of his hair and pull him to my mouth. He grunts and slips his hand into my shorts, grasping around my erection.Ah,thank god.

“Last one to come goes down for the food.”

I am so down for that. I’m hard enough to hammer nails and build a brand-new house for the homeless.

Pushing him over until I can prowl the length of his lean body, I box him in and swallow his gasp. “No more talking, Maverick.”

Grunting into my mouth, we fight for dominance in our shared kiss.

“Keep looking at me with your pupils blown up and biting your lip, I’m gonna think you don’t hate me.”

It’s a strange look that crosses over Finn’s face. He doesn’t reply, but he grabs my face and brings me back, kissing hell out of me.

We mess around until the phone alarm goes off to let me know the food is ready. Fast trigger Finn gets to stay on my bed while I bring it up. He was a second ahead of me when we came.

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