Show Me (Extracurricular Activities #3) - Neve Wilder Page 0,11

as coyness and wow, I really wished he hadn’t popped up in that shower fantasy because it’d somehow created an unintentional trigger point between him and my dick.

“I’m a good wingman,” he insisted in a rumbly voice that didn’t help matters.

Just when I was about to protest, he scrounged in his pocket and retrieved a folded bar napkin. He held it out to me between two fingers.

I started to grin and reached for it, but he snatched it back. “Say I’m a good wingman.” He waved the napkin in front of me tauntingly.

“What, exactly, do you think you did as my wingman? I’m missing something.”

He gestured with the napkin again. “I’m giving you this. John had to leave and was looking for you, and when he couldn’t find you, he left this.”

I snatched the napkin out of his hand, glanced at the number, and then carefully folded the napkin and tucked it into my pocket. Okay, so the night wasn’t a total wash after all.

Sam cleared his throat and stared me down until my lips twitched with a reluctant smile. Damn my cute roommates. Why was I such a sucker? “Fine, fine. Here’s your damn wingman cookie. But just for the record, I’m going to pass the next time you offer.”

Satisfied, Sam pushed off the post he was leaning against and dropped an arm around my shoulder. His casual affection caught me off guard sometimes. It was so different from the harried pats and quick hugs I’d grown up with. “C’mon, wanna go mess with Ansel? He looks like he might need at least two excellent wingmen.”

Ansel actually looked like he was considering taking a nap on the shoulder of the girl he was talking to. “I think you should keep your mouth shut, though, and let me do the talking.”

Sam shrugged. “I can do that.”

He couldn’t.

Once I got home, I stripped out of my clothes and entered John’s contact info into my phone, considered sending him a message for all of five seconds, then decided it could wait. I didn’t want to look too eager, after all.

After locking my door, I crawled into bed with my laptop for some solo action. Sam might suck as a wingman, but I expressed silent gratitude that he’d accidentally turned me on to spankit4u. The dude’s videos were hot, and I’d spent a lot of the past few weeks getting off to him getting off. He made the sexiest little growls and noises as he jacked his meat.

I was in luck, too. A new video had been posted. I reached into my drawer, got my Fleshlight all situated, and gave my dick a few warm-up strokes with it as I cued up the video.

As usual, the quality was amateur, but decent. That was kinda part of the charm for me, though. Spankit focused the camera at a downward angle toward a mirror as he unzipped his trousers and pulled out his behemoth. It was semihard, but still in that floppy stage where it needed some dedicated attention, which was my favorite part because this dude didn’t just go after it like some guys, like it was a chore. He luxuriated in the wank. It didn’t even bother me that he never showed his face; his massive dick, killer body, and growly little grunts were enough.

My mouth watered, and I groaned when he groaned as I circled the Fleshlight around my swollen crown. The person who’d invented this thing deserved every penny they’d earned.

Spankit flipped the camera, and the angle went wonky as he shifted, resituating himself. He sat and spread his knees, then spat into his palm, the sound filthy and raw. He started jacking himself while tugging on his balls. Another soft groan melted me as he unbuttoned his shirt partway, sliding a hand behind the fabric to pinch his nipples. I loved a guy who gave himself a lot of attention, and Spankit was good for that, too, always pinching or caressing some other part of his body and making a lot of delightfully obscene sounds of pleasure when he did it.

A shiver of pleasure rolled through me as I instinctively stroked faster, then forced myself to slow down so I didn’t come too soon. Spankit wasn’t one to hurry either, which made us a perfect match. I snorted softly at the thought.

He adjusted the angle again, and I froze with my dick throbbing in my grip as something onscreen caught my eye. I swiped my hand on the covers and