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Cocky Biker(76)

By:Faleena Hopkins


This person is no gentleman.

“Excuse me, but what are you doin’?” My peripherals are blocked by my will to not succumb to this game he’s playing. “Are you darin’ me to look at your penis?”

“Something wrong?” he asks, all innocence. “Oh, did my towel fall?”

I so want to look.

My curves are tenser than a whore’s in church.

We say nothing for a few hot moments. It’s an out and out staring contest. I break first, blinking quickly and demanding, “You gonna get that?”

A naughty smirk deepens on him. “Get this?”

The gorgeous bastard goes and grabs himself! Shocked as all get out, my gaze drops despite my best efforts. He’s got a good hold of himself. His hand is not moving -- it’s just offering the monster to me like a waiter with a dessert tray. We have cherry cheesecake, brownie sundaes…or this cock. Which would you like this afternoon?

His manhood’s mushroom-shaped tip has a couple veiny inches of length exposed because his big hand can’t even cover him all the way. Jake Cocker is fucking enormous. Guess I should have known from his name.

Damn if my heart isn’t beating loud enough for both of us to hear!

I can’t look away. “I would appreciate it if you picked up the towel and covered yourself like a gentleman.”

“I’m mostly covered now.”

Still can’t look up. “With your own hand, sir.”

“Yep.”

I yank my eyes up to meet his. I’m livid. He’s stunning. But he’s also such an incredible asshole I can hardly believe I haven’t run off and told him where he can stick that thing.

“This is unacceptable.”

“Agreed. My point exactly, Ms. Drew Charles.” He said my name like I’m his teacher or something. “Now you know…” He dips down and swipes the towel from the floor, making no move to cover himself. “…why I need to live with a man.”

“So, you’re tellin’ me you’re gay. I don’t have a problem with that.”

His eyes cloud over. “I’m not gay.”

“But you want to stroke yourself only in front of men.”

“First, my hand’s not moving. I’m just standing here.” His mouth tenses. “Second, I’m not gay.”

“Have something against gays?” Two can play at this game, buddy. “You a homophobe, Jake? Because I won’t live with one. I prefer men, not ignorant fools.”

His eyes go sharper than German knives. “I’m not a fuckin’ homophobe. I’ve got no problem with gay men or women. I’m just telling you I’m not one. But that’s not why you can’t live with me.”

“Huh.” He’s clearly straight, but I love messing with him because it’s driving him nuts having the tables turned like this. Who’s smirking now? “You’re not gay. Well, I’m surprised!”

The cocky fucker leans in just two short inches from my face, smelling better than a cinnamon roll straight out of the oven. And he’s still naked. “Drew, would you like me to show you how not gay I am?”

My mouth goes as soft as my pussy is moist. I swallow against a very loud, YES.

“No, Jake, I want you to show me around your apartment – that is what I want. I want you to treat me like a human being, and perhaps if you’re feelin’ kind, I’d like you to offer me some water like a good host ought to. Because I’m hot.” As his eyes sparkle, I quickly add, “It’s over ninety degrees out. Can you do that, Jake Cocker? Can you offer a thirsty woman a glass of water?”

He hasn’t budged during my speech. He is still two inches from my face; buck-naked and so tasty he’d break a nun’s diet.

“I want a male roommate.”

“Why?”

“So I can do what I’m doing now.”

“Be a big fat jerk?”

The corners of his mouth tug up. “Walk around naked if I want to.”

“Any other reasons, besides being a nudist?”

“And I’ll be bringing women home.”

“God help them.”

“And I wouldn’t want you to be offended.”

“I’m sure I’ve seen fake boobs before.”

“I meant by the sounds they’ll make.”

“The pleading with you to lose their numbers?”

He grins for a brief second, then says in the sexiest way, “No, Drew, the sounds of ecstasy they make as they scream my name.”

Oh. My. Goodness.

Warmth spreads out from my tummy as it clenches. But I don’t miss a beat. “Will you be doing this on weeknights, too, because I will need to get some sleep. On the weekend, however, I really don’t care how loud they are or who you fuck, because I will be going out on dates of my own, thank you very much."