Bad Boy Ink (Get Ink'd #5) - Ali Lyda Page 0,36

The worst part was having confirmation that he found me as attractive as I found him. It opened so many possibilities.

I needed to take my own advice. I needed to remember that lust didn't equal like.

My feet took me straight from school to home. Bursting into my apartment, I threw down my bag and stripped off my shirt. My skin was oversensitive, every thought and filthy image popping up in my brain sending my body into overdrive.

Losing the shirt wasn't enough. I was too hot. I was burning up, feverish with a hunger I'd never fully experienced before. I was supposed to be the one who lured others into wanting. Fuck Bryce, clever Bryce, with his stupid good looks and his stupid magnetic charm. He was infuriating and irresistible, and I was falling into a hole I wasn’t sure I’d be able to get out of.

I stumbled on my way to the couch, falling onto it. I rolled onto my back and stared at the ceiling, trying to take deep breaths. Trying to will my erection away. But weeks of not using the app meant weeks of abstinence. Blue balls had caught up with me in a bad way.

My dick was so hard, it pointed straight up, swollen and red.

I needed relief and I needed it now.

Shutting my eyes, I allowed myself to picture myself back in the study hall. In my mind I didn’t run from Bryce like a coward. Instead, I leaned back and licked my lips. Dream Bryce rose from his chair, his shoulders broad and his cock large and hard, pressed tight against the denim of his jeans.

Then fantasy-Bryce strode around the table, stalking me like a panther. Bryce gripped the arms of my chair and with brute strength swiveled it so that I was facing him. He smirked at me then, knotting his fingers into my hair and squeezing so that my roots tingled and ached.

On my couch, I had a tight grip on my cock, jerking myself off with quick, efficient force. My lips were parted, and my breaths came quickly. I moaned and my hips began to roll with pleasure.

In my fantasy, Bryce told me to unzip him. Still seated, I did, reaching up to unbutton his jeans and pull down the zipper. His cock, thick and meaty, sprang free from his pants, its tip pointed directly at me.

“Suck it,” he commanded, sending a harsh shiver down my spine and a jolt of need through my body. Suddenly I needed nothing more than to have his cock in my mouth. I wanted him down my throat, fucking my mouth until he shot his load.

I had never swallowed a man’s cum before, but in the fantasy, it was like if I didn’t milk every last drop of his seed into my mouth, I’d die from disappointment.

The heated friction between my cock and palm was reaching new heights. My balls pulled tight and I stopped, running the pad of my thumb back and forth over my slit, edging and holding the orgasm at bay.

...I wasn’t ready for the fantasy to be over.

In my mind, I held Bryce’s cock at the base, my fingers barely able to wrap around it. My mouth stretched wide to accommodate the girth of him and my stomach clenched. Jesus, to be stretched by that monster dick would be incredible.

My tongue flicked over the head and he growled. “Don’t tease, Aiden. Suck it like you mean it.”

It was a fantasy, of course, because it was impossible to believe Bryce would have been so...demanding in real life. But that was the best part about fantasies, right? They could be anything you wanted.

Dream-me slid my lips down the length of his cock, the salty sweet taste of his precum dancing on my taste buds. I took him in until I gagged, the tip of him brushing the back of my throat. There was still another inch of him to go.

“All of it,” fantasy-Bryce said, his fingers squeezing and pulling my hair.

On my couch, my fist picked up speed again around my dick. My body writhed and jerked, the sensation of my oncoming climax borderline painful with its intensity.

In my fantasy, I was choking down the last of his cock, letting it slide into my throat until I felt my nose press into the musky softness of his curls. His cock twitched, and I moaned, so full of him it was hard to breathe and yet so desperate to satisfy him that I didn’t