Does this mean I’m getting my wish?
Chapter Seventeen
JOEL
I like them curvy. I like them sweet. I like girls who like sex and can tell me what they want, so I can give it to them deep and hard.
Hell yeah, I wanna fuck her.
She’s sitting there, so fucking sexy, her tits bare and flushed, her eyes bright, her mouth shiny and red from sucking Jet off. She’s excited. She enjoyed it. Her nipples are hard and dark, her scent of arousal strong, and I want her like I’ve rarely wanted anything in my life.
Watching Jet working her over, making her come, almost tipped me over the edge. Her going down on him, sucking him off almost did the trick.
Almost. It was close, but I need something more.
I place a hand on her shoulder and she leans toward me. Why is she letting me do this without protest when the only time we went out together I left her high and dry and watched her leave without an explanation?
I kiss her, lick her mouth. Her lips are hot and sweet, and on her tongue I can taste Jet. The realization hits me like a punch to the chest, but for some reason it only makes my dick harder. The thought of shoving it inside her warm pussy is mind-blowing.
But will it work? Will I come?
Lifting my other hand, I grip her chin, kiss her harder. When I break the kiss, we’re both breathing too fast.
“Do you want it?” I ask her. “Tell me.” I lift her chin, force her to meet my gaze. “Say it.”
“I want you,” she whispers, and her eyes, when she raises them to meet mine, are dark with desire. “Inside me.”
Oh fuck, yeah. She’s so hot. I look at her tits again. Damn, they’re nice. I squeeze my cock again, daring it to deflate.
“But what about Ellen?” she whispers.
“What about her?”
“Don’t you still want her?”
“Girl.” I stroke her cheek. “I don’t want Ellen. I’ve never even kissed her. She’s with someone, and to be honest, I’m not even sure I ever really wanted her.”
“He’s telling the truth,” Jet chimes in.
Her eyes remain unsure, but then she smiles.
It’s a lovely smile, and I lick at her mouth. I’ve never wanted Ellen or any other girl as much as this girl who knows about history and literature, and who can dress up sexy or nerdy but always has her glasses and attitude on.
Damn, those glasses turn me on. And the fact she knows stuff. That she’s interested in topics nobody else but Jet gets.
She’s perfect, but the fear that I might screw up again is a thorn lodged in my mind. What if I freeze as we fuck?
Why the hell is it so difficult for me to get off? It didn’t use to be like that. And yeah, maybe the scandal affected me, too, but that’s not the whole story. I mean, the whole reason I’d been there with Ellen and her girlfriend was that I was having some trouble already.
Some trouble figuring out what I need. What turns me on. What makes me tick.
I need to understand it. Probably other guys write it off and wait for things to get back on track. Maybe they don’t mind if they spend years without a good orgasm.
But I mind. I’m a sexual person. I’ve been jacking off like crazy since I was little. I fucked my first girl—an older girl with amazing tits who changed schools soon after—when I was twelve. I’ve spent years rolling in and out of bed. I’m not jaded. That’s not it. I never stopped enjoying sex.
Until recently. Until the past couple of years, since… since I moved in with Jet. Not that it’s his fault. Has nothing to do with him. Why would it?
My gaze strays to his bare chest¬, muscles and ink and dark nipples and white cum sprayed everywhere.