Page 28 of Obsessed with the Player

I scratched the back of his neck in a way that I thought would be comforting, because there was this feeling in my chest eating at me, one that told me of the imperative that Dan had a good time, that he enjoyed this, that he left this thinking it had been the second best experience of his life, and nothing less would do.

I wanted to ruin him for anyone else.

This is just casual.

Try telling the caveman side of me that.

“We can do something else if you want.”

I just didn’t want to get out of here, not now when he was mine, not anyone else’s.

The thought should have been concerning but I brushed it off.

Dan raised his eyes at me, a mixture of irritation, unrestrained desire, and uncertainty in them. “No, we're doing this. Iwantthis,” he said, all stubborn and determined, eyeing the outline of my dick again, his tongue coming out to wet his bottom lip almost absent-mindedly.

Fuck.

“Fine, but it's not going to bite, that would beyou,” I said, voice teasing with a wicked grin spreading on my lips, my hips pushing a little toward him out of their own volition.

He still stared at my crotch like it contained all the answers to the universe’s mysteries.

“What if you don't like it?” he asked, voice bitter but with a hint of insecurity beneath it.

Fuck, I could just eat him up.

He was just so irritatingly adorable, so fucking fuckable, I wanted to pull him up and dig into his mouth again, I wanted to make him moan–

Later Andy. Later.

I pulled his hair so he would look up at me. “It’s just sucking, licking, and using your hands, there isn’t that much that you can get wrong.”

No one else will get to see his first time sucking dick.

Then I got a very bad, very horny idea. “Unless you want me to tell you what to do?”

He immediately glared up at me even if I could see that his pupils had dilated, eating up most of the color of his irises.

He wanted it. And he wanted itbad.

My blood was starting to boil in my veins.

I wanted so badly to tease out the submissive side of Dan that was desperate to come out, but that had to be up to him.

He bit his lip, and I resisted the urge to put my finger in there, in his mouth, to feel his tongue against it the way that it might feel on my cock.

“Are you going to be an asshole about it?” he asked, tentative even if more than a little tempted by the idea.

“I’ll be the best gentleman,” I said, squeezing my grip in his hair and watching his breath hitch.

After a second, he said,“Fine.”

And so we got started.

I told him to push down my boxers, then take my dick out and give it a good, long stroke, and as he did, I trembled all over. He raised an imperious eyebrow at me, looking very pleased with himself, especially with the drop of precum on my tip, before he went to lick it.

Lick. It.

I grabbed his hair harder. “Are you trying to make me come already? I have more stamina than that,” I growled.

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