PRACTICING A SCRIPT WITH MY HOUSEBOY (II)

Chapter 2 The heat between us did not fade after that kiss. My lips still tingled, my tongue still remembered his taste. I should have pulled away, stood up, laughed it off like it meant nothing, that was what I told myself, but I did not move. Rico’s eyes were locked on mine, dark, steady, challenging. I could feel his chest rose and fell like he had been holding back for too long, he pushed my back into the couch and my eyes widended, as he sit Infront of me too. I felt his hand still gripping my thigh where he had grabbed me during the kiss, his thumb pressing firm into the fabric of my sweatpants. My cock had not gone down. It was hard, against the front of my trousers. I prayed he did not notice, I quickly moved my hands to cover it, but I was too late, he noticed. Rico smirked, the corner of his lips curling, and without a word, his hand slid higher up my thigh. My breath caught, and I froze. “What are you doing?” My voice cracked, betraying me. “Practicing,” he said simply, like