Page 31 of Obsessed with my Temptation

“Do you want him to fuck you? Tell me, Scott, is it him you imagine pushing you against a wall, putting his hand on your throat, and making you swallow his come?”

Scott’s jaw ticked, walking backward. He didn’t answer.

“No, you don’t.”

The air became thick between us. He was watching me as closely as I was him. Scott’s eyes looked hungry, dilated already as he stopped retreating and made it so there were barely two inches between us.

I wanted to do what I’d just said so badly. Push him against the frat house’s wall, here where anyone might see us. Rut against him until I left him covered in my come, so everyone, including him, would know he was mine. Mine to use, to fuck, to indulge, to make his every fantasy come true, and more. Mine to hold.

Fuck.

I knew this was fucked up. I knew it was as I watched Scott breathe shallowly in front of me, lips slightly parted, blue eyes sodark, that kept drifting down to my hard-set mouth.

“If you don’t want me to do any of that, leave right now,” I said, voice rough and low between us.

Scott looked deeply into my eyes, searching them momentarily.

Then he cleared his throat, and said “Do it.”

And my self-control was over.

I caught his head in my hands and kissed him. The force with which I did it made his back hit the wall with a thud, and we both moaned as our bodies came into contact. As he parted his lips, I finally pushed my tongue into his mouth the way I’d been dreaming of and he sucked on it instantly, pushing back just as fiercely as he fisted his hands on my hair to pull me harder against him.

Our kisses were ravaging. We were devouring each other’s mouths as our hands started wandering, going beneath each other’s t-shirts, lifting them and digging our fingers, getting a feel of each other’s bodies, giving in at last.

His mouth on my cock had been mind-blowing. This kiss was devastating.

I went for his zipper, undoing his fly and taking his cock out from his boxers as he palmed my hardening length.

Scott bucked as I gave him the first stroke, breaking our kiss to let out a ragged moan, and I let my mouth go to his cheek, to his neck, where I sucked and licked and bit as he tried to fuck himself into my hand.

“Fuck, Travis,” he groaned, breathless.

The sound went straight to my cock.

“Say you don’t want him, Scott,” I said, feeling savage and reckless.

“What—”

“Say it.”

“I don’t want him,” he forced out amid ragged breaths while I jerked him off hard and fast.

He was a fucking vision. One I wanted to imprint in my memory.

The beloved Prince, falling apart by my touch.

No one else’s.

“Who do you want?” I thumbed his crown, spreading the pre-cum already leaking out from it.

Scott didn’t answer immediately, panting and looking down at where my hand had a hold of his erection.

“Scott, I saidwho do you want?”My voice was rough with desire, and I didn’t bother to pretend otherwise anymore. I wanted Scott more than I’d wanted anyone in my life, and I wanted to see him break apart in my hands. “Who do you picture when you’re jerking off? Who’s the star in all your fantasies, who do you want to hold you down and fuck you up?”

“You,” Scott said, licking his lips as he tightened his hold on my hair. “I wantyou.”

Damn right, you do.

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