“Excuse me?”
“Some guys aren’t blessed in the penis department. Too small, too skinny, too warty, too?—”
Jake huffed. “My dick is very normal, thank you very much.”
“Glad to hear it.” I yanked my tee over my head and used it to wipe my hands. “Do something about that so I don’t feel self-conscious, will ya?”
“You’re a piece of work, Trinsky,” he huffed, fingers resting on his belt loop.
“Do you want my help?”
I was sort of kidding. Honestly, this was all new territory, and when in doubt, I joked. It was a low-stakes joke too, ’cause there was no way Jake would let me near him again. No chance in hell—and I was okay with that. This was confusing, but it had happened and we could close this chapter…as soon as he took care of business.
Jake didn’t reply, but he unbuckled his shorts, pulled out his very above-average-looking cock, licked his palm, and stroked himself.
Another first: I’d never watched a man jack off.
Okay, sure, in porn. There was always a scene where an actor admired some beautiful woman with his hand on his cock. But I’d never thought,Wow, he’s fucking gorgeous. Yet here I was, dick still out, staring at my nemesis, admiring every twist of his wrist, the subtle squeezes, and the gleam of precum smeared along his length. It was literally the hottest thing I’d witnessed in my life. Ever.
I’d call it fascination for now. That was an inadequate description for sure, but I had no frame of reference here. This was new but not bad. I was a captive audience and like it or not, I felt curiously invested in his pleasure.
Jake’s eyelids slipped to half-mast as he upped his pace. His biceps tensed and if he bit his bottom lip any harder, it was going to bleed. I stepped in front of him and pushed my thumb into his mouth, knowing there was a decent chance I’d lose a digit. His eyes fluttered as he sucked it, and a second later, he exploded, shooting ropes of cum over his fist.
And fuck, that was incredible.
I stood like a statue, cataloging details like the pulsing vein at his temple, the crease in his forehead, his death grip on his junk. If I’d thought watching him fall apart would snap me out of this spell, I was sadly mistaken. I was buzzing with energy like a superhero with a newfound power.
Was I bi?
Maybe. Possibly. I didn’t know, and I had so many questions.
But this was Jake, the absolute worst person in the universe to explore a potential major self-discovery with. I chewed the inside of my cheek and tossed my shirt at him.
Jake mumbled his thanks, righted his clothing, and set his backpack on his shoulders. “We should get going.”
“Yeah.”
We hiked in complete silence, busy with our own thoughts. I wondered if he was freaking out. Hell, I wondered if I was. I didn’t think so, though. If anything, I was bewildered, and…in awe. I replayed our make-out-slash-mutual-jack-off session over and over in my head, cautioning myself not to fixate on Jake’s ass. It wasn’t easy.
When the path narrowed, it became impossible. I called out for him to stop so I could pop my earpods in and zone out.
“What’s wrong?”
“I lost an earpod.” I felt my pockets, dropped my bag, and sifted through a few compartments before I remembered. “It’s somewhere around the sex tree.”
Jake’s lips quirked in mild amusement. “The sex tree.”
“Not sure what else to call it,” I admitted, taking a swig from my water bottle. “Want some?”
He thanked me and tipped the bottle, baring his throat as he sipped. A bead of sweat glistened along his Adam’s apple, and somehow, that gave me a chubby.
Was I turning into a vampire now? Unlikely, but how the fuck was any of this possible? I looked away quickly, vaguely worried for my sanity.
“That was a mile ago,” Jake said.
“Figures.”
“We’re close, and the terrain levels out after the next hill. I texted Denny to let him know what happened so they wouldn’t worry and send out another rescue crew…”
