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“That isn’t what I was doing to your ass.” Jack’s smile twisted into a smirk.
“You’re lying.” Nicky trembled despite himself. “You’re no fag—you made that painfully clear a long time ago.”
“Did I?” Jack cocked his head. “Are you sure about that?”
“Damn sure.”
“Then why did you want to fuck me so bad?” Jack’s lips curved up in a sharp, gleeful smile. “Did you have some fag boy fantasy aboutbendinga straight guy?”
He knew I wanted to fuck him?How? Nicky hadn’t told a fucking soul about his fantasies of Jack—certainly not Evan.
He swallowed again, trying desperately to maintain his poise. “Why would you think I ever wanted to fuckyou?”Nicky strived to inject disdain into his tone—and failed miserably.
“Not just then,” Jack drawled. “But right here… rightnow.”
He had a way of never actually answering Nicky’s questions. “You’re delusional.” Beads of sweat sprouted across Nicky’sbrow as his entire body flushed hotly. Despite his contradictory thoughts, Nicky felt like a giddy schoolgirl who just discovered the senior hunk want to nailher.He retained some pride, though, and forced himself to remain calm. Outwardly.Inwardly—he was already naked on Jack’s desk, ass arched as the man rammed him full of hard cock.
You think you’re maintaining “outwardly”?he scoffed at himself.Your dick is so hard it’s about to bust out of your pants. You think he doesn’t see that?
What was he getting worked up over anyway? Jack was bullshitting him. He had never dreamed of Nicky or gotten horny listening to Evan’s stories—if Evan had even told him anything, which Nicky highly doubted. The manwantedhim to believe this shit so he could turn around and humiliate Nickyforbelieving it.
“What do you want from me?” Nicky asked, weary of the game and its effect on his senses and his body. “I really need this job. If you’re not going to hire me, just fucking say so and let me be on my way.”
“I said the offer was legit. And I am a man of my word.”
Nicky had his doubts about that as well. “Then what?”
A small smile played across Jack’s lips as he took his timeappreciatingNicky’s body. His erection was undeniable. But again, maybe he was getting off on fucking with Nicky’s mind. “Well, since I’m pretty much handing you this job—as I’m sure many of the ladies waiting to be interviewed are much more qualified—maybe you could throw me one in return.”
“Throw you… what?”
A lazy smirk smeared Jack’s face. “Ahandjob.”
Nicky wasn’t expecting that. His jaw dropped and he stared at Jack incredulously. “You’re joking, right?” Even as the words slipped out, his fingers began to tingle. He’d seen Jack in his swim trunks, even once in his briefs, and without an erection, his package was huge.
Jack’s smile held as he unfastened his pants!Presumptuous prick,Nicky thought without malice. He was too busy trying to breathe to be offended by Jack’s assumption that he would oblige him. Nicky blinked, his vision turning hazy as Jack slid down his zipper and reached inside, massaging his hard dick.
“I know you want to see it,” Jack groaned. “And touch it. I’ve always known. You’d get hard every time I was around, and your eyes were always glued to my crotch. Even my little bro saw it. All those times he was complaining about you—he wasbitching at mebecause you wanted me more than him like I wasseducingyou or something.” He laughed low and squeezed himself. “I didn’t have to seduce you, though, now did I? You just wanted me all on your own.” He smiled darkly. “Still do, huh?”
“No,” Nicky croaked, quite unconvincingly.
“So, what’s it going to be?” Jack rasped. “How bad do you really need this job?”
Releasing a breath, Nicky stepped closer. “This is really quite adolescent, Jack. Soliciting sexual favors.” He swallowed, his hands flexing against his legs.
“I thought it was age-old tradition,” he murmured, a quickness to his breath. “Why fix what isn’t broken?”
“Are you seriously this hard up? That you have to coerce aguyto get you off? You lose all your charm with the ladies?”
Jack chuffed with amusement. “I could fuck any or all of those women out there in the waiting room… if I was soinclined.” He rubbed himself a fraction harder. “But I’d rather fuckyou.”
“You said a hand job,” Nicky told him. “You didn’t say anything aboutfucking.”
“I would leave that up to you, of course,” Jack admitted. “But we both know you want my cock.”
Nicky fought the urge to jump the man and prove him right. “What is going on, Jack? I don’t believe any of the bullshit you told me. You’re a hardcore straight man. Why are you doing this?”
“Does this look like a hardcore straight man?” Jack smiled wryly and tugged out his cock, stroking it a few times. Nicky tried not to stare at the massive rod in his fist, already dripping precum. “Would a Bona fide heterosexual get this hard over a little gay boy?”
