Page 54 of Try Me

His smirk faded slightly, and then he shrugged.

Mark:My dad skipped pretty much all the lessons that didn’t involve how to make money. Womp womp.

I thought I might’ve truly pissed him off, but then he leaned back in his chair and spread his legs wider. He hooked a thumb through the hem of his shorts and pulled it higher up his thigh, exposing half his dick. Then he tilted his head and beamed at me.

Mark:Did I fix it?

Chet:Oh yeah, definitely. Great job.

It took effort not to laugh, and it took even more effort to try to ignore him and get back to work. It was ridiculous. A guy’s dick just hanging out like that wasn’t inherently sexy. And yet, somehow it was. Terribly ridiculous and incredibly mouthwatering. I tore my gaze away and stared down at the alphabet soup of letters on the page, hoping they’d form something coherent. All hopes scattered when my screen flashed with another message.

Mark:Nice semi. All for moi? I’m flattered.

Busted. I hadn’t wanted to reach down and adjust myself, because I knew Mark would have a field day if he saw me do it. And here we were.

There was a healthy dose of heat mixed into my irritation, though, because that stupid cocky grin he was sporting did shit to me.

I shifted in my seat, glanced over at the loner nearby to see if he was paying us any attention, then started typing a reply before erasing it and starting over.

Fine, if Mark was gonna be distracting, he might as well do a good job of it.

Chet:Move that chair across from you out of the way.

Mark:The fuck for?

Chet:Just do it.

Chet:If you’re gonna sit there with your dick hanging out trying to distract me, then I want the full unobstructed view.

Mark narrowed his eyes and seemed at first set to ignore me, then hooked his toe through one of the rungs and dragged it to the side a few important inches, giving me a straight-line view of his crotch.

Chet:Now what’re you gonna do with it?

Mark choked so loud loner dude looked over curiously. He pounded his chest, cleared his throat, and gave the guy an A-OK sign.

Mark:You’re fucking crazy. Go back to your paper. Test. Whatever.

Chet:You started this with those dumbass shorts.

Mark:You escalated it. And now I’m de-escalating.

Chet:I’ll wait.

And I did. A full three delightful minutes during which Mark visibly struggled to concentrate on his laptop and ignore the fact that I’d planted an elbow on my table and was staring patiently—or leering, depending on one’s perception—at him, cheek resting against my palm.

He closed his eyes, like he was trying to access a higher plane of consciousness where patience was plentiful and guys sitting across from him didn’t make lewd insinuations. Insinuations that, judging by the way he was chubbing up, weren’t unwelcome. After a moment, he blinked his eyes open and dragged his backpack into the chair to his right. He angled his body slightly away from loner guy. That, along with the positioning of his backpack, provided a small visual barrier in case the dude got nosy.

Then he hiked the shorts high enough to wrap a fist around his dick.

I had to bite the inside of my cheek to keep my mouth from falling open. I’d been expecting something more along the lines ofPuppetry of the Penis. But this…this was very acceptable, too. Wait. Fuck.

Arousal roared through me like a high-speed train. And Mark? He appeared incredibly satisfied with himself. Also, turned on. He squeezed his shaft and rubbed his thumb over the head of his dick leisurely, and I couldn’t help but imagine him alone on his bed, legs spread wide, hand slowly working his cock. I bet he liked it slow to start with, that he didn’t hurry, but ramped up the pace gradually.

I was so lost in the fantasy simultaneously playing out in my mind while he played with his dick in front of me that it took me a second to notice he’d sent another text.

Mark:This what you want? Get you hot?

I’d lost. We both knew it. He’d called my bluff that in all honesty might not have been a bluff, but more wishful thinking.