Page 72 of Unexpected Prejudice

“Couldn’t I give you a hand?” Lin asked as he passed Shay-Lee the blunt.

“I rather you not.”

Shay-Lee pressed the joint between his beautiful lips and inhaled. I watched him carefully as he closed his eyes and relished the feeling the aroma spread through his body, until he slowly blew out the smoke. After he took another blow, he passed the joint to Ty, who also took a few puffs before offering it to me.

“He doesn’t do drugs.” Shay-Lee took the blunt from Ty before I could and smoked it himself.

“Pussy,” Don snickered, but I just ignored the idiot.

The conversation quickly moved on to girls, and I was all but forgotten when Shay-Lee grabbed my wrist and leaned close to my ear.

“Follow me,” he whispered teasingly as he pinched my side.

Without thinking twice, I put down the beer Lin had given me and followed Shay-Lee as he walked out of the room.

“There was something I wanted to ask you,” I said while following him through the house.

“Can it wait?” He opened one of the doors and walked in with me right behind him.

“I’d rather—” I stopped mid-sentence with my hand on the door handle as Shay-Lee took off his shirt, showing off those gorgeous abs of his. “Wow.”

“Wow?” He chuckled while dropping his jeans to the floor and was left with those damn white boxer briefs. “I need to record your reactions. They’re adorable.” He smiled, and I realized I’d frozen with the door still open behind me.

“You want to do it… here?” I quickly shut the door and looked around. “Isn’t this Don’s room?”

“It is…” Shay-Lee lingered, looking around the messy space. “He kind of pissed me off just now.” He shrugged and reached down to cup his dick over the white cotton of his boxers. “So, I thought you could use that huge cock of yours to fuck me on his bed.”

Holy shit.

“Are you going to keep standing there?” He gripped himself harder and began to massage his stiffening erection. He suddenly paused before his mouth curved into a naughty grin. “Oh, are you waiting for me to take those clothes off for you?”

Not waiting for my answer, he let go of himself and crossed the room, his hands fisting the fabric of my shirt. “I like this game.” He smirked as he took my Henley off and moved to undo my pants. “It’s like opening presents on Christmas morning.”

He was so glorious with his tan skin and golden hair. So beautiful with those crystal eyes and velvet lips. So perfect with his toned muscles and ripped body. He was everything I’d ever dreamed of and more, and when he dropped to his knees in front of me, ready to take out my cock, I had to reach down and stop him.

“What’s the matter?” he asked as he leaned toward me and pressed his cheek to my cock, while playing with the waistband of my boxer briefs. “I was just about to discover what Santa gave me for being such a naughty boy.” He chuckled and traced his finger around the outline of my very hard dick.

I grabbed his hand and held him still as I looked down at him.

“Someone hurt Andrei… like, really bad,” I said, knowing I had to find out before this went any further. “I wanted to ask if—”

“If I had anything to do with it?” he finished, scanning me intensely.

A part of me felt ashamed for even considering he could do something like this, so instead of admitting my suspicions out loud, I nodded.

“I did,” he said, and I felt a huge relief washing off my shoulders.

“Oh, thank god. I knew you couldn’t—” Hold on, what did he say? “—You did?”

“I did.” The admission, leaving his mouth with such ease, left me shocked.

“Why are you so surprised?” He looked up at me with his angel eyes. “After all, I was your first suspect, wasn’t I? That’s why you needed to ask. Or perhaps… not?” He paused and moved his eyes to my dick again. “You asked because of your conscience.” Leaning forward, he pressed his lips to the tip of my cock. Only the fabric of my boxer briefs stood as a barrier. He moved his mouth over me, kissing and sucking until my briefs were soaked with his salvia and my precum.

“It’s ‘cause you need a clean conscience to have your dick sucked.”

“That’s not it,” I said as I got a hold of myself and stepped back.

“Really?” Shay-Lee eyed me from the floor.