Page 5 of Faking It Right
Thatwas an interesting admission. “And what exactly were you thinking?” I trailed my hand up my inner thigh, parting the towel even more to tease him.
“Stop making it weird.” He scowled. “Don’t make me regret staying to watch more than I already do.”
“You don’t have to regret it. Let me make it up to you instead.”
He hesitated before rejecting me again. “Nope, I’m not interested.”
“Liar.”
His huff ruffled his bangs, but I noticed he couldn’t take his eyes off me as a bead of water dripped from my hair down my neck. He shifted uncomfortably and licked his parted lips. Oh, he wasdefinitelyaffected. “I am not. Sorry to break it to you, but you’re not that irresistible.”
I flashed my most charming smile. “Then why can’t you stop thinking about how good it would feel to hook up with me?”
“You’re so arrogant,” he complained, but his blush was a dead giveaway. “Do you really think watching you get a blow job was enough to change my sexuality?”
“No, but I bet it was enough to make you question it. And we both know this isn’t the first thing to do that. So, why don’t we explore it?”
He declared “I’mstraight” with all the confidence of someone trying to convince himself more than me. “There’s nothing to explore.”
I shot him a look that said I wasn’t buying his bullshit. “Are you hoping that if you tell yourself that enough, you’ll believe it? Wouldn’t you rather satiate your curiosity with me? I promise I’ll takeverygood care of you.”
A shudder ran through him. “All I need you to do is convince my family we’re dating so they get off my back about going out with whatever woman of the week my mom finds. Pretending to fuck isn’t necessary.”
“You’re right. Pretending isn’t required when we couldactuallybe fucking.” I grinned as he hid his face in his hands with a groan. The thought made my dick hard, which was less than ideal with only a towel on. But I couldn’t help imagining how good it would feel to make him moan as I showed him what it meant to be loved by me. “Come on, I know you’re dying of curiosity after this afternoon. And if we’re going to convince your family we’re a real couple, we need to be as convincing as possible, right?”
“We don’t have to fuck on a couch in front of my parents to prove we’re dating.” He shot me a warning look. “Don’t get any weird ideas. This is just to get me out of awkward blind dates. It’s not about me secretly being into you or anything.”
“I guess I’ll wait for the part where you’re openly into me.” Having pushed my luck far enough for one night, I stood up to make a strategic retreat. I relished the confused and disappointed expression that flitted across his face. “Well, if you decide you’d rather come play with me than your right hand tonight, you know where my bedroom is.”
He looked exasperated, but he grinned at my predictable response. “I think you’ve gotten off enough today.”
“Pffft, no such thing. I’m always up for it.”
“Oh, I know,” he said, his gaze pointedly drifting to my towel that was doing a shitty job of hiding my half-hard state.
“What?” I gave an unapologetic shrug. “You act like I’m the only one in this room with that issue.”
He sniffed disdainfully. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
“Oh, really? If that’s the case, why don’t you lower your leg and prove me wrong?” I smirked when he didn’t move. “That’s what I thought. We both know you’re pitching a tent under there. Don’t act like you’re better than me when you’re just as turned on.”
“I am not,” he grumbled, but his denial was as convincing as a toddler with a face full of crumbs denying they ate the cookies.
“Oh, so you’remoreturned on? That’s hot as hell. Show me.”
He refused to give me the satisfaction of confirming my hunch. “Go.”
“Fine. Since you won’t let me take care of us, I guess I’m off to take care of myself.” I turned to give him a flirty wink as I reached his door. “Enjoy knowing this will be the third time today I’ll be moaning your name as I come.”
He blinked at me. “Wait, what do you meanthird?”
Instead of answering, I gave him my best “you’ll be thinking about this later” smile and left, knowing it would drive him absolutely batshit. For now, I’d settle for the satisfaction of knowing he’d be jerking off because of me. I headed back to my bedroom, ready to indulge in fantasies of being with my best friend for real. After all, it was my favorite way to get off. That was why I had done it that morning, afternoon, and night.
Chapter Three
RYKER
What the hellwas wrong with me? First, I had come without touching myself while watching Harley receive a blow job from some random guy. Now, I was rock hard because my best friend was joking about sucking my dick.
