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The moment I laid eyes on him last year, I went a little nuts. I couldn’t stop squirming for hours after that initial meet up. He just looks so damn nice and put together, that I have this obsessive desire to mess him up.
Get him dirty.
Rumple his hair a bit.
Spray my come across his face.
Smear it into his skin.
Whoops, too far.
I shift in my seat and look out the window as I try to reel my thoughts back in.
This trip is motherfucking long, and I can’t show all my crazy cards all at once. Usually, when we hang out, and I use that phrase lightly, it’s August hauling me around and then disappearing as soon as we arrive at our destination. A few times, at a random party or family get-together, I’ve noticed him watching me when my skin pricks at the sensation. But most of the time, he just leaves me alone.
I get it. He’s just doing this for his mom. She’s a nice lady and wants us to get along. He’s probably even doing it for my dad too because he’s such a people pleaser.
But really, August and I aren’t friends.
I don’t really have friends. Except for Lex. If you can call us that.
And that’s because Lex is just as fucking crazy as me. We’ve known each other forever and can’t quite seem to get rid of each other.
“When is our next stop?” I ask.
“Seriously? We’ve been driving for thirty minutes. Is this how it’s going to be the entire way there?”
I smirk at him. “Yeah, probably. You work with kids, right? I’m just helping you get used to them.” I pause and then ask, “Are we there yet, Mr. Arnette?”
He tightens his hands on the steering wheel, his knuckles whitening. “God. Don’t call me that.”
“Why not? Do you have dirty teacher-student fantasies, because I can totally role play?”
August clenches his jaw and refuses to look at me. Then he sighs heavily. “We have about seven and a half more hours, Emery. You going to make it?”
“Yep. Maybe. Will you?”
“I’ll be fine, but you keep wiggling in your seat.”
“Yeah, well, I can’t help it. But just so you know, I’ll probably need to stop a few times so I canmove.”
August adjusts the vents near his face, and I look at his long, thick fingers. He plays baseball. I’ve heard all about it from his mom. She’s mighty proud of her son, and I don’t blame her. He’s fantastic, inside and out. I’ve had plenty of opportunities over the past year to observe him. To just watch how he is. The conclusion I’ve come up with is, there are no fake smiles. He’s genuinely a kind person, who just so happens to also look like a sex god.
I eye those thick thighs of his and imagine him playing baseball. He sure fills out a pair of pants nicely. And with regards to his ass, well, he certainly has the ass for that sport––all round and hard.
I want to stick my dick inside of it. Watch it just disappear between his cheeks.
Oh fuck, I should have jacked off before I left the apartment.
Lex told me to. He’d looked at me with those expressive eyebrows of his and said, “Emery, you’re going to be stuck in a car withhim. You need to either take a little extra medication or jack off before you go.”
I did neither, and now I’m regretting it. My mind is moving a thousand miles a minute and I can’t stop my leg from bouncing.
“If you must know, I don’t have a life plan,” I blurt, crossing one leg over the other in a feeble attempt to stop squirming and so the bulge in my jeans isn’t too obvious. Because right now my dick is saying,Hello, August. Come here. Take a look. A nice, long lookwith your tongue.
“Were we talking about your life plan?”
“Um, no, but now we are, and I don’t have one.”
