Page 32 of Obsessed with the Player

We were nothing. Not exclusive. Not athing.

It didn’t matter that he kept touching me the way he did, at times almost sweetly, lovingly, at others possessive, like he wanted to mark me and didn’t want to let me go.

Don’t get attached.

Andy stopped for a second, and I could almost feel the wariness in him at my question, the new tension in his arms, and then continued, his grip looser, meaner,evil, and I had to come up to my tiptoes to follow him, my toes curling with how good it was, biting my lip so I wouldn't let a whine out.

“Maybe I just like having a sex toy at my beck and call,” he said, voice rough in my ear, as if he was irritated with himself, before squeezing my balls and making me gasp. “I don’t think I’ve ever met someone that loves to suck cock as much as you do.”

Ididfeel a little bit like his toy, but in the best way possible. Andy touched me like I was his, his to take care of, his to play with, his to own, and it was too easy to fall into the fantasy, too exhilarating to feel like the player’s plaything, which should have been the last thing I wanted, given how much I’d looked down on this particular trait of his in the past.

But if I was being honest with myself, it had just been jealousy.

Because guys like him never paid attention to guys like me.

“Why do you ask?”

I didn’t immediately answer, hoping he’d let it go and focus on the sweet torture he was doing on me, but all of a sudden, he stopped, and I groaned.

“You’re my toy, aren’t you?” Andy asked, dipping his head toward my ear and making me shiver with the contact. “Answer my question or I’ll tug all of the answers out of you.”

I stared at the cup in front of me holding our toothbrushes, at the small hand soap beside it, at my hands on the cold counter, and tried my best to make myself sound as neutral as possible.

“I just wanted to know where we stand.” My heart thumped.

“So it’s not because you want to try this with someone else?” he asked, with an edge to his voice.

I should have said yes and tried to put in some distance.

I shouldn’t have liked his threatening tone.

“And what if I did?” I asked, feeling emboldened despite my better judgment. “The bartender sure has his eyes on me very often.”

It wasn’t a lie, Vincentdideye me every time we went to the bar, winking in my direction and giving me secret smiles that promised a good time.

The lie was my hypothetical interest.

“He couldn’t make you come like I do,” Andy growled, and my insides tingled with stupid delight as he started stroking me again.

“I’m not coming, am I?” I asked, becausefuckthis had turned into an edging session.

Andy bit me. “You’re such a brat.”

“And you’re not putting out.”

With that, he turned me around and took hold of my nape while he started jerking the both of us off, making me look between us at the way he was holding me.

“See that?” he asked, voice rough, eyes deadly. “That’s my cock andmytoy, and no one else gets to use it before I say so.”

Fuck, his voice and his words made my gut tighten with want and my heart go overdrive. An earth-shattering orgasm was approaching, breath shallowing already, and I couldn’t do anything to stop it.

I should have been annoyed at his possessiveness, I should haverejected it, but I only found it more stupidly hot.

I loved it. I wanted more of it.

I wanted more ofhim.

“I guess we’ll see, won’t we?” I said, voice hoarse.

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