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“I need to use the bathroom,” I say, shooting up and making my way down the hallway. I don’t even have to pee, but here I am, trying to get myself away from Alec. From my current hobby.
Wait, no, not Alec.
Alec is not my hobby.
Sucking his dick is. And so is letting him rim me.
But that’s all.
That’s it.
I find myself in my bedroom, my back pressed against the wall, trying like hell to breathe. The door is propped open, and I can make out the sound of everyone in the living room chattering happily.
But I can’t breathe. I can’t. And I lose the ability to regulate my lungs when Alec steps through the door to my bedroom and swallows all the air. Just obliterates it. Like oxygen and flame, just combustible.
“Oh fuck,” I murmur.
Alec closes the door all the way, the click resonating throughout the space. I should ask him why he’s here, what he’s doing in my space, but I can’t. I’m just struggling to breathe.
“Who’s the guy out there? The one eyeing you?” he asks softly, and I open my mouth to answer, but end up giving a very unmanly squeak instead.
“The one who wants you, who is he?”
I close my mouth and open it again, trying to control myself, but my dick has other thoughts. It’s completely hard now, straining up from my jeans, waggling its eyebrows at Alec, trying to get his attention. But he’s not looking anywhere but my eyes. Those dark orbs are boring into mine.
“Jai? He’s a friend,” I manage to utter and then swallow. “He um, he kissed me, and I offered to blow him but it just offended him. Jesus. Like I said, he’s a friend, okay?”
Alec’s gaze darkens. “Didyou blow him?”
“What do you care?” I gasp when he takes a step toward me. “You kiss and touch whoever you want. Why do you care what I do?”
“I don’t care. I don’t give a fuckwhatyou do orwhoyou do.” I swallow as he steps even closer. “But tell me, do you want him?”
“No,” I admit, even though I feel ashamed for giving my truth away so quickly. I should have made him work for it. Should have made him beg.
Not that Alec seems like the type. To be honest, I don’t know anything about him. I know nothing about this man except for his name and that he likes me sitting on his face. And yet here he is, crowding me in my bedroom, sucking the air from my lungs.
“Dinner!” Ollie shouts from the other room, and I slide past Alec, his chest brushing against mine as I do. I try to withhold the shiver that moves through me at his touch. I can’t be in the same space as him. What if he wants to stick his fingers in me again? Would I let him?
“Come on, Jude! It’s BBQ!”
I slide into the hallway and Alec follows, walking next to me as I make my way to the living room. The food is on the coffee table and Ollie is passing out paper plates. When we approach, he hands one to me and then to Alec, who takes it.
Why the fuck did he take it?
Shit, is he staying for dinner?
I guess he is. He settles into a chair opposite me, right next to Lucas, and then reaches forward to grab things from the coffee table to put on his plate. I settle down next to Jai and try not to stare at Alec. I focus intently on my biscuits and my barbecue chicken. I refuse to eat beans just in case he wants to lick my ass again.
I don’t want to fart on him.
Oh my god. The biscuit sticks in my throat, and I wash it down with water. No one is going near my ass tonight.
Especially not Alec.
“You okay?” Jai whispers softly to me, and I nod, gulping down the dry lump in my throat.
“Yeah, you okay?”
