Page 253 of Bad Pucking Influence


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Last night might have been the hottest encounter of my life, the first night with him a close second, and neither of those progressed to the point where I had to wrap my dick. Or his.

I always thought the best orgasms required sex, and the fact that doesn’t seem to be true with him is fucking with my head. So the urge to do it again, to want more of him in every carnal way–more than I did a few days ago–that's not normal for me.

I’m no stranger to chemistry or sexual tension. I live for the chase, but once I get what I want, the desire fades… just not with Noah. Is that because we haven’t fucked? Have our little encounters served to tease me? It's possible. Maybe once we've gone all the way, the lust will fade. At least, I'm hoping it will.

By then, Noah will have his answers. He'll know what he likes so he can enjoy sex the way nature intended and I'll get to return to my harmless but enjoyable flirtation. Business as usual.

“Your seven-twenty is looking good,” Xander remarks as I pop out of the bowl and roll to a stop next to him, rescuing me from the thoughts in my head.

“Thanks. I worked on it while you were gone.” As a tall man, spinning two full circles in the air isn’t the easiest trick to land. Unlimited use of Xander’s pool helped me figure it out. “You know, you still haven’t told me how my favorite half of the egg is doing after your little trip to Sweden.”

“Am I supposed to know what that means?” Xander squints at me.

“One egg, two people, duh.”

“You know boy/girl twins don’t come from the same egg, right?”

“I wasn’t referring to Niko, I was referring to me.” Niko may be his sister's biological twin, but I’m her twin in spirit. “Clearly, Anna and I are the same person in two different bodies. Ergo, half of my egg. Usually, people will be polite and call the other person the better half, but we all know that’s me so to spare her feelings we’ll share the title.”

Xander shakes his head the way he always does when my word vomit frustrates him. “You and Anna both have limited filters and like dicks. I’m pretty sure that’s where the similarities end.”

“Those similarities connect us in a way you can’t possibly understand. She’s my literal soul sister. No one gets me like she does.”

“You met her once.”

“And we bonded instantly. If she had a dick I’d have already proposed. Since she doesn't, I'll settle with her being my best bitch for life.”

Xander visibly shudders—my work here is complete—and changes the subject. “Moving on from that terrifying thought, why does Noah keep glancing at you and looking away like he got caught doing something wrong?”

Why indeed?

I can’t admit it’s probably a freak out over whether people will know another man has held his cock just by looking at him, which pretty much every guy wonders after their first gay experience. Spoiler alert- there’s no such thing as flashing neon sign or arrow over your head claiming you like dick.

“He’s probably worried I’ll fall.”

“Sorry, what?” The whites of Xander’s eyes are suddenly very prominent. “Why would he be worried about that?”

“I didn’t know he was here the last time I used the pool, and it freaked me the fuck out when he started clapping, which Niko apparently told him to do, by the way. I fell off the board and hit my head. No biggie with the helmet on, but I think it scared him. The big guy probably felt guilty.”

“Oh shit,” Xander groans.

“What?”

“Noah’s like the caretaker of the whole team. It’s literally part of his DNA to look out for people.”

“So?”

“So, if he felt responsible for you falling, he’d stick around to make sure you’re okay, which would give you an opportunity to be…you. And with no one around to reel you in… What’d you do to him?”

Wow Xander’s eyes can get dark fast.

“Nothing.”

“What’d you do with him, then?”

Xander’s fishing for information I’d normally boast about if my escapade had been with an unknown party, but it’s not my place to tell anyone about the things Noah’s questioning, or the role I’ve played to help him figure things out.

“I would think that’d be obvious,” I scoff. “After all, a man that size likely has an equally sizeable dick, and if I’d been lucky enough to have it in me, I doubt I’d be able to skate flawlessly.”

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