Page 33 of Obsessed with the Player

Andy’s grip on my nape tightened. “Say you won’t.”

I shouldn’t.

I fucking shouldn’t.

Andy leaned into me, his long hair tickling my face. “Say you won’t and I’ll let you come.”

He said that even as he stroked both of us faster with just one hand, the slide of my cock against his hypnotic and almost too good.

I was about to come anyway and we both knew it, and still, the words tingled on my lips.

“Dan.”

“I won’t.”

Andy tightened his grip and started fucking almost into me, giving me what I wanted and triggering my orgasm.

This was just temporary.

Even if, after he came, he put his come-covered fingers on my lips with dark eyes and kissed me languidly, marking me, sucking on my tongue like he needed me.

I could get used to this.

12

Andy Jacobs

The second wewalked into the bar the next Friday night, it was like Dan was all but ripped away from my hands by my friends. Literally.

I’d been holding onto his elbow, about to whisper a dirty warning in his ear as we crossed the door and went to get our drinks, thinking about my plans to offer to push a finger up his ass when I sucked him off tonight–since he sure pushed back against my dick every time his back was against my front–when my friends, along withNina, had shown up.

They’d surrounded us, looking like hungry wolves with a distinctly evil glint in their eye and, sliding her arm into Dan’s own, Nina had dragged him away from me, saying that they wanted some damn time without me hovering over him– I didn'thover–to get to know him better, and before I knew it, they were already disappearing into the crowd.

Dan had spared an amused glance my way, shrugging at me with a grin that made my insides flutter, before he turned his back to me and followed them.

I’d had him to myself for the whole week. I told myself that it was fine, I could survive for a little bit without having Dan attached at the hip, especially when I’d already been crossing more lines than I should have. I could do this without growling like a dog, like they had takenmytoy, like I wanted tohoverand let them know whose Dan was–because I wasn’tinsane.

And those thoughts definitely belonged to the insane and possessive, which was why I kept them to myself as I sat at the bar.

I flagged Vincent, restraining my urge to give him the stink eye, and thought to myself–thirty minutes.

Thirty minutes of alone time without my supervision and then I was taking him back.

Before Vincent was done with someone else’s order, I felt the warmth of someone settling at my side.

“So,” said a familiar feminine voice. “What’s this I’ve been hearing about you having a delightful protegé?”

I instantly groaned, knowing who I would find, and turned to meet Miriam's mischievous eyes. She was a brunette around my age who used to be one of the regulars here, one of us, but she had moved a couple of months ago because of work and so only showed up here once in a while.

I gave her a look. “Are you going to start giving me shit too?”

She grinned. “Only if you don't give me all of the dirty details.”

I could only groan again, and of course, she cackled like the evil woman she was, and before she could say anything else, Vincent was in front of us, grinning in greeting at Miriam and kissing her on the cheek from over the bar.

“Where's your man?” Vincent asked, obviously noticing that Dan wasn't next to me as he usually was.

Which probably only confirmed Nina's comment about hovering, but I chose to ignore it.

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