In all honesty, I don’t remember too much.
Ryan and Harrison discuss the upcoming game while Amy presses her tits against my chest. “You don’t look so well, baby.” Her Chanel perfume hits my nose as she discreetly drops her hand to trace her nails over my bulge through my jeans. “I can make you feel better.”
“Babe, I?—”
To my surprise, she grabs my wrist before I can utter another word and steers me away. I could fight her, but that would take effort. Besides, who says no to easy sex anyway?
Her heels click on the floor as she shoves me inside the girls’ bathroom and into one of the stalls. She sure is aggressive when she’s in the mood, and no sooner has she entered behind me before she’s on her knees and yanking on my belt.
She’s eager today.
My dick springs free, already hard despite the hangover, and she wraps her fingers around my length. “Looks like you missed me, baby.”
I wouldn’t go that far. “I only saw you last night.”
Removing my sunglasses, I tuck them into my collar, watching her trace her tongue over a protruding vein. Amy hasalways been good at eye contact when she sucks me, which I usually like. But as she wraps her red lips around my cock, I struggle to keep a different set of sky-blue eyes out of my head.
With a soft moan, she takes me deep then hollows her cheeks while looking up at me with a wicked gleam. I break out in a cold sweat, trying to shake off thoughts of Arkin, and my balls draw up tight as my cock grows impossibly hard.
When Amy gags, a flashing image of Arkin’s toned ass pops into my head, and my knees almost buckle.What is wrong with me? Why am I picturing Arkin right now?
Amy takes it as a good sign and sucks me harder, faster. She’s loud, moaning around my length as I tremble.
This girl has always been a bit of an exhibitionist. She gets off on the thought of someone overhearing us or, even better, walking in on us.
Another memory flashes in front of my eyes. This time of the water droplets on Arkin’s broad back.
What the hell?
I shake my head, refusing to entertain thoughts of a damn guy while my dick is in my girlfriend’s mouth. That’s just wrong, but even so, the images sneak in, unbidden and unwelcome.
Blue eyes.
Dark hair.
Jeans that hang low on his narrow hips.
“Fuck!” I grunt, spilling my release down her throat.
Amy swallows it all, then wipes her lipstick-smeared mouth and chin with the back of her hand. My spent cock looks like it got attacked by a jar of red paint. There’s more lipstick on it than Amy’s mouth.
She stands, preening and looking pleased with herself. “You’re welcome, babe.”
I watch as she leaves the stall to reapply her lipstick in the mirror above the sink.
“Jesus Christ,” I whisper, dragging a hand down my face before zipping my softening cock away.
Since when do I think about guys that way? Never. This must be a blip on the radar. I’m stressed. That’s all there is to it. My parents invited a stranger to sleep in my room, and now my brain is flipping out, trying to make sense of all this shit.
I’m fine. Everything is fine.
CHAPTER TWO
The front door creaks open, and Neriah walks in ahead of me, toeing off her shoes just inside the door. Mum pops her head out of the kitchen. “Good day at college?”
Neriah walks up the stairs with her Fjällräven bag slung over her shoulder. A faint crackling sound comes from the kitchen, the telltale pop of something sizzling in a pan. My stomach growls on cue as I breathe in the rich scents of roasted garlic and caramelized onions.
“It smells good, Mum,” I call out as I jog upstairs, momentarily forgetting about the new visitor.
