Kay's bold declaration made my internal muscles draw tight in anticipation. If I were a woman I'd have been dripping wet. Hell, I was wet. Pre oozed from the tip of my dick. Kay's eyes flicked down, he dropped his head and licked it up.
"Why?" I shivered and cringed. I'm not beyond admitting that I've tasted my own cum.
It doesn't taste good.
"It tastes good."
Fucking liar.
"It's yours," Kay added. And coincidentally-- no correlation I'm sure --my heart forgot how to beat for a few seconds.
Kay sat up and pulled a bottle of lube from the drawer of his bedside table. I tried not to speculate about why it was already half empty. My face must've given me away because Kay laughed and shook his head.
"I'm a man too, you know."
My cheeks burned crimson and I averted my gaze. I tried my best not to imagine Kay, in this bedroom, pleasuring himself.
He might've been imagining Xavier…
A bitter taste filled my mouth at the thought.
