Page 2 of Ex-Factor (The Porn Chronicles #2)

“Why did you hate me?” As soon as the question was out, Nicky realized it was the one question he’d wanted to ask Jack since first meeting him. Why it was so important to have the answer, he didn’t know—what the fuck did he care what Jack Rydal thought of him?

Apparently, you care some—or why bother asking?

Nicky didn’t like that notion.

Taking a deep breath, Jack stretched back in the chair, crossing his arms behind his head, and gazed at Nicky through slitted eyes. He exhaled. “You wouldn’t believe me if I told you.”

“Try me.” Nicky didn’t want to be intrigued by what Jack had to say, and he didn’t want to be standing there with a raging hard-on that his tight pants couldn’t conceal—but one rarely got what they wanted.

Jack continued to stare at him in silence, then abruptly shifted gears. “Do you want the job?”

He wasn’t going to tell him why. Nicky sighed. “I need the job.”

“But you’d rather have a different boss.”

“That goes without saying.” But did it? His cock argued the matter.

“Well, you’re out of luck. But then…” He sat forward and picked up the pencil again. “… you’re not supposed to like your boss. That’s…” He flicked his fingers. “… unnatural.”

Nicky held his stare; Jack had labeled him unnatural many times in the past. The man before him contradicted the old Jack and Nicky didn’t know what to do with that.

Dropping the pencil, Jack looked at him seriously. “There is one more thing before I officially hand you the job.”

Nicky went on alert; a stipulation? Was he going to take it all back and reveal he’d just been fucking with him after all?

Oh God, please just fuck me instead. Nicky flinched at the sudden raw thought—what the fuck was wrong with him?

This guy had treated him like shit the entire time he’d dated Evan.

Why the hell did he still want to fuck him? Why the fuck had he ever wanted to?

Jack stared at him. Well, not so much at his face as Jack’s eyes drifted down his body to Nicky’s crotch, lingered briefly, and then finally crawled up to his face.

What the fuck…?

Nicky cleared his throat. “What is that?” he asked in response to Jack’s former statement. His confusion heightened when Jack rose from the chair and Nicky spied the massive bulge in the man’s pants.

Jack moved around to the front of the desk and leaned on the edge. All pretenses were dropped, and blatant lust mapped his face and burned in his eyes.

What is happening here? Jack isn’t gay—he’s a fucking homophobe, even toward Evan.

“I had to endure countless hours listening to Evan recount what a little cold-heart bitch you were.” Jack rubbed his mouth and openly ogled Nicky’s aroused body. “Really cut into my me time.”

The old Jack peeked through; what was his game? Nicky couldn’t think clearly as Jack’s smoldering eyes pumped more blood to Nicky’s cock and away from his brain. Jack was trying to play him… somehow… but Nicky was in no shape to counter his attack… whatever that attack may be.

Swallowing hard, Nicky struggled for decorum. “So, that was all a show? You’re not going to hire me, are you?” Did he honestly believe this was still about the job? Really?

You don’t have any blood in your brain, do you? He chided himself.

“Of course, I am,” Jack replied. “I just need a little… compensation for my time and suffering having to deal with yours and Evan’s shit.”

Nicky frowned uneasily. “Compensation? What do you mean?”

“Well…” Jack shifted against the desk and his cock swelled right before Nicky’s eyes.

Was it some kind of a turn-on for him to play with Nicky? One thing Nicky knew for sure—the man wasn’t getting hard for sexual reasons. Jack Rydal would cut his own dick off before he stuffed it in another man’s ass, Nicky was certain of that.

“Before you and Evan broke up, he used to regale me with all the nasty little things you did to him.”

Nicky’s eyes widened. “He what?” Why would Evan tell his fag-hating brother about their fag sex? That made no sense. Jack had been in denial about his brother even being gay.

He was gay as shit long before he hooked up with you.

So, he admitted it now—but he didn’t back then.

“Shocked that he shared?” Jack chuckled, wholly amused.

“Yeah,” Nicky mumbled, watching him warily. Jack had him wholly confused.

“Don’t be embarrassed. I was quite impressed.” He breathed deeply and released it slowly. “In fact, made me kind of horny. Gave me some pretty steamy dreams about you.”

He was lying—he had to be.

“What kind of game are you playing?” Nicky asked with suspicion. “You never dreamed about me—unless you were dreaming about kicking my ass.”

“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 about bending a 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 fuck you?” Nicky strived to inject disdain into his tone—and failed miserably.

“Not just then,” Jack drawled. “But right here… right now.”

He had a way of never actually answering Nicky’s questions.

“You’re delusional.” Beads of sweat sprouted across Nicky’s brow as his entire body flushed hotly.

Despite his contradictory thoughts, Nicky felt like a giddy schoolgirl who just discovered the senior hunk want to nail her.

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 man wanted him to believe this shit so he could turn around and humiliate Nicky for believing 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 time appreciating Nicky’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. “A hand job.”

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 was bitching at me because you wanted me more than him like I was seducing you 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 a guy to 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 so inclined.” He rubbed himself a fraction harder. “But I’d rather fuck you.”

“You said a hand job,” Nicky told him. “You didn’t say anything about fucking.”

“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?”

The rim of Nicky’s scalp sizzled, and another layer of sweat broke out all over his body, causing his snug clothes to cling to his feverish skin. He flexed his hands again. His crotch swelled and his dick leaked. Jack drew a deep breath, pulling Nicky’s eyes to his face.