Page 147 of Riding the Sugar High

I groan, my orgasm wearing off before it even hits. The muscles of my stomach relax as I look up, meeting Kyle’s gaze over the small door.

“Oh, there you are.”

Yes, here I fucking am.

“What?” I bark, and it’s aggressive even for my standards, because his brows scrunch.

“Dude—you have no idea. We need to find Primright now.”

“Why? What happened?”

“Is she home?”

Jaw clenching, I glare at him. He’s fidgety, like he can’t contain himself, so I assume whatever happened is good news. Which means it can wait. “I don’t know. I’m busy. Get out.”

“No, boss,” he says as he wiggles his brows, an exhilarated grin splitting his face. “Trust me, you want to know.”

I huff out my next words. “No, I don’t.” What I want is for Primrose to resume sucking my dick right now. To come in her mouth and watch her swallow every drop. Besides that, I can’t think.

“I’ll try her phone.”

“Kyle,” I scold, my eyes widening in a silent threat, but before I can do more, Primrose’s mouth wraps around my tip and sucks.

My breath catches, and it feels like my body melts.

He huffs out in annoyance. “Nothing. Where did you see her last?”

Primrose fits more of my shaft inside her mouth, swatting my hand away when I try to gently coax her off me.

Shit, I’m about to moan in front of Kyle.

“Are you even listening to me?” he asks, his brows tightening over his eyes. “Are you sweating? What’s going on?”

“Nothing,” I say breathlessly as Primrose’s mouth swallows me whole. I hold on to the door, my knuckles white with effort. “She’s at home. Go there. Right now.” My muscles contract. “Please.”

Kyle’s eyes search my face. After a moment of hesitation, he nods. “Okay. By the way, your mom called.”

I breathe out, powerless against the friction of her tongue while simultaneously cringing. I can’t think about my momnow. “Uh-huh.”

“Oh, and there’s a huge bug splat on your bike. So weird. Yellow and green...” He mock-shivers. “Gross.”

I press my lips tight, nearly incinerating him with my gaze. Once I’m moderately confident I won’t whimper like a schoolgirl, I open my mouth again. “Kyle, if you don’t leave right now, I will knock your teeth out one by one.”

His face, initially serious, splits into a smile, and he knocks at the door, laughing hysterically. “Prim, stop sucking dick! We’ve gone viral!”

With a throaty hum, she pops off my dick, wipes her face, and stands. I watch my last bit of hope wither away as she brushes the dirt off her knees and turns to face Kyle. “What? What happened?”

“Look!” Kyle opens the door, then holds his phone out, and it might just be me being difficult, but there’s one person too many around my naked junk, so I turn my back to them and fit my slick cock into my briefs, then painfully squeeze it inside my jeans.

I swear, one of these days, they’ll have to cut it off.

“Holy shit!” Primrose squeals. “It’s our live!”

“Yes. Look. Look at these numbers. You two are basically the new social media couple—overnight!”

Wait, I’mwhat?!

I walk to where they’re huddled over Kyle’s phone, scrolling through videos. She’s swiping so fast, it takes me a second to understand that I’m watching Primrose and I kissing during her live.