“I have the hots.” I lick my lips. “The only thing we have in common is Jethro. A pity Jethro’s not a hobby we can share.”
“Tsk.”
“Plus, Joel wants someone else.”
“But he’s not with her.”
“You’ve been eavesdropping. Donna, shame on you.”
“And he’s flirting with you.”
“Why, because he asked for my name?”
“Because of that bit with the mini skirt.”
I roll my eyes. “He’s Joel Kingsley. Serial flirter. He’d flirt with female cats if no human girls were available.”
“I’m serious.”
“So am I.”
“Hm.” Donna is wearing her I-am-seeing-right-through-you expression. “Say, what about that nice boy you used to date? He was sweet. Liam, right?”
“You said it. He was sweet.”
“Too sweet for Candy?”
“Not a Candy kind of boy.”
“Not imaginary, you mean.”
I bite my tongue. What if she’s right? What if I shouldn’t have broken up with Liam, settled for what he offered?
Quiet, slow sex. Light kisses. Flowers. Chocolates. Romantic movies.
He really was a sweetheart.
But I never came with him. Not once. I had to fake my orgasms, and come on, that’s not a good basis for a relationship, is it?
Probably not his fault, though. I seem to need more. More work, more foreplay, more roughness in order to come.
More boys. Two boys, ideally, doing me and doing each other.
Nothing turns me on like the fantasy of two men together. Masturbating. Doing each other as I watch. Big hands on muscular asses, on hard, straining dicks, hard mouths slamming together in savage kisses as they chase their release.
Not just any men. Two men in particular, two men I have now met and hot damn… I’m throbbing, excited just from the mental image.
Okay… Time out.
Chapter Five
JOEL
I glance at Jet as we run along the park.
The tradition of running together started back when we first met. I was on the track team of the school, and he said he wanted to give it a go, so we began running together two, three times a week.
That’s also the time we started wrestling. I was into all sorts of sports.