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I snicker. As much as I’ve fought him on this, I have to admit it’s doing the very thing he expected because as discouraged as I was by that first test, I’ve never felt more determined. Like the night we challenged the Eagles.
“We have a bet?” Atlas asks, extending his hand.
I take it for a shake. “You’re on. Should we write it up?”
He playfully displays his ass. “On which cheek?”
“Real funny, A.”
“Are you using my nickname or just starting visualizations so that you can improve that score?”
I roll my eyes, but I’m grinning like an idiot. This is the fucking effect he has on me. One minute I want to pummel AtlasMcCallister for being so ridiculous, and the next I realize he knows me well enough to get my ass into gear.
I’ll show him.
8
Atlas
What. The fuck.Was I thinking? I might not be a follow-the-rules kinda guy, but I’m pretty sure agreeing to blow your stepbrother if he gets an A on a test is taking it to a whole new level. Especially when you consider I’ve never sucked a dick in my life. Or thought about sucking a dick. But I’ve been on the receiving end of too many blowjobs to count, so there’s no doubt in my mind that I can not only pull it off, but be fucking amazing at it.
Along with his cock, I’ll blow Troy’s mind. Ruin him for any other BJ. Every time he has a guy on their knees for him, he’ll imagine me…or, wait, it’s not like I’ll actually have to do it. Yes, my plan is to light a fire under Troy because nothing makes his ass work harder than a bet with me, but there’s no way he’ll go from an F to an A. I’m thinking he can pull a B, but that’s the extent of it, which means it’s a win-win. He gets a better grade, succeeds, and I get Troy to participate in the auction to help those in need.
And why am I lying in bed thinking about it hours later? Usually, I can sleep like a motherfucker. Leave it to Troy to suddenly fuck with that too.
With my body feeling prickly and on edge, I kick off the blankets, reach into my nightstand, and grab my lube. Maybe it’s all the thoughts about dicks being sucked, and I just need to come and then I’ll get some rest.
I slick up my hand and start to play with myself. It doesn’t take long for blood to rush to my groin and my dick to plump.
I close my eyes, picture Danielle from a few days ago, on her knees for me, and yeah, okay, this helps. My balls tighten and my cock throbs. Fuck yes, this is what I need. Tingles shoot the length of my body as I quicken my strokes, use my other hand to tug on and play with my nuts. I fucking love that, love it when someone plays with my balls, buries their face in my groin and laps at my sac like it’s the best thing they’ve ever tasted.
I look down at Danielle in my mind and—what the fuck? My eyes jerk open because that’s not her on her knees for me. It’s Troy. I’m imagining my stepbrother giving me head, and now my dick is pulsing with even more need.
This is fucked up and wrong, but…I don’t care. My toes curl, my skin prickles, my whole body feels light while I stroke faster, squeeze harder, letting the images in my head take form. They blur for a moment, and I’m pissed at my brain for fucking up my jerk material, but then suddenly it’s not Troy on his knees for me…it’s me on mine for him, his dick in my mouth, the taste of him on my tongue, my own cock throbbing behind the jeans Fantasy Me is wearing. His hand is in my hair, pulling just enough to make it burn. His eyes have darkened with lust, and he’s saying my name all breathy, and…my back arches off the bed, balls drawing tight, pleasure washing over me as I blow my load all over my stomach.
My chest rises and falls with deep breaths as I realize what just happened. I came harder than ever while imagining myself sucking off my stepbrother. This is so fucked.
*
I’ve done apretty good job avoiding Troy over the last week or so. I don’t know what he’s been doing, and I’m okay with that.The fantasy still has me feeling some kinda something I’m not sure how to put into words, so I do my best to pretend it didn’t happen.
I have no issues if I realize I’m attracted to men, but I’m one hundred percent not supposed to want to do it with my stepbrother. That’s the part that’s fucking with my head.
I’m back today at Activate Kindness. We had an anonymous donation for a social night. There’s food out for everyone to eat their fill, and the room is packed with those in need—some homeless, some not. I think people tend to forget that it’s not only homeless who are insecure when it comes to basic needs. There are people in this room who work two jobs but still can’t always make ends meet.
“Hi.”
I look down to see a little girl staring up at me. “Hi.”
“I’m Wendy.”
“I’m Atlas.”
She wrinkles her little nose. “That’s a funny name.”
“Oh my gosh, Wendy.” A woman I assume is Wendy’s mom approaches. “You can’t say stuff like that to people. It’s rude.” Then to me, “I’m so sorry.” She’s wearing a shirt from a local diner, with a grease stain on her stomach and a nametag on the upper side. She must be a waitress there or something. She probably spent all day around food and then had to come here to eat. What a fucked-up world we live in.
I wave off her concern. “It’s fine. Itisa strange name.” My gaze finds Wendy’s again. “Atlas was a Titan.”
