Page 37 of The Cult

“Your friends will be fine,” he assured me. Tobias halted to a stop before turning toward me and pushing my back against the wall.

“Fuck.” I winced when I hit the hard surface.

He placed his finger over my lips. “Shhh.” His other hand pointed around the corner. His body was flush with mine, our breaths mingling. We stared at each other for a few seconds that felt like hours.

My chest heaved, but it wasn’t from exertion. My mind swirled when all reason left my brain, leaving only one thought: Tobias. I leaned closer to kiss him, but he grabbed my neck before our lips connected.

His eyes burned with intensity and undeniable lust. His grip on my neck tightened. “Don’t. Test. Me.”

Who knew I loved being dominated? Breathing became laborious, yet he clenched my neck harder, limiting the air I could pull into my lungs. “Is that your best shot?” I croaked and grabbed his crotch. My suspicion had been correct: Tobias packed a big one.

He snatched my wrist away from his dick with his other hand and pressed my arm against the wall. The hand on my neck clamped like a vise, and my vision started to blur.

I should be afraid, but his choke and our struggle excited me. The danger, the challenge, heightened all my senses. I bucked my hips, my hard dick prodding him with each thrust.

He moaned. His cock was rock hard.

I ground my hips in invitation.

Tobias let go of my hand and pushed my abs away from his body, his Adam’s apple bobbing.

I licked my lips—never had I wanted someone this bad. “Touch me,” I gasped. “You know you want to.”

Tobias didn’t move but war raged in his eyes.

“Please?”

That must’ve been what he was waiting for. One hand remained on my neck, though his grip eased a little, and the other traveled down my torso.

I was a goner. He paused inches above my waistband. “Don’t stop,” I said. “Please?”

Tobias unbuttoned my pants and dragged down the zipper painstakingly slowly. He let my pants fall to the ground. His eyes widened when he realized I wasn’t wearing any underwear. He wanted this as much as I did. I knew that for certain.

“Touch me, please,” I begged, guiding his free hand to my cock.

He ran his palm on the underside of my shaft. His rough callouses made my balls tingle. He brought his hand to his mouth. The absence of his touch made my cock bob in protest. He dragged his tongue along his palm before grabbing my cock again.

“Fuck,” I said as his warm, slick hand wrapped around my dick. I was too far gone to last.

Tobias glanced down at his hand gripping half of my shaft. “Jesus fucking Christ,” he said.

Seventeen: Tobias

What was happening to me? More importantly, why was I letting this continue? And why was I enjoying it?

I should be repulsed by my actions. I was straight. I’d only been with women my entire life.

Everything happened at lightning speed. One moment I was pulling Abel away from the view of some passing guards, then he was about to kiss me. It was my quick reflexes that prevented his lips from planting on mine. I stared at my hand wrapped around Abel’s dick. It was thick, long, and hard. I’m holding another man’s cock.

I closed my eyes, summoning what was left of my self-control to stop this. It was a wasted effort after hearing Abel beg me to touch him. Twice.

“It’s okay,” he said, forcing the words out of his lips. His voice was raspy from my hold on his neck.

I looked up at his red face and released my grip but kept my hand on the base of his neck where it met his damp chest.

“I won’t tell if you won’t.”

Fuck if that only made me want him more. He’s a guy and your best friend’s son, my brain reminded me in a last-ditch attempt to knock sense into my body.

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