Page 27 of Obsessed with the Player

And in less than a blink, our hands were on each other, the door closing behind him.

10

Andy Jacobs

All night, I’dbeen eyeing Dan against better judgment.

All night, I’d had to bite my tongue and hold back.

I’d been telling myself all week that I was going to move on from him, that I’d hookup with someone else tonight, that I didn’t get hung up onanyoneover a single slip, and Dan wasn’t going to be different.

And yet every bone in my body ached with the need to be close to him. Every muscle seemed to want to turn toward him, like a flower following the sun, a wolf tracking its prey, and Ididfeel like a wolf.

Moody.

Watchful.

Dangerous.

My thoughts kept going to where they shouldn’t, to memories of Dan looking overcome, to fantasies of what he’d look like beneath me, cheeks flushed, eyes glazed with lust, hands holding onto me for dear life as he submitted to me and I gave him the best ride of his life.

Things that wouldn’t happen.

Shouldn’t.

My throat still tightened with how much I wanted it.

And yet he’d looked at me.

And I’d looked back.

And he’d gone to the bathroom after leaving his newfriend.

I shouldn’t have followed.

I shouldn’t have made some shit apology to my should-be date and stalked behind him like a guy on a mission.

But no sooner had the door closed behind me, my lips were already crashing against Dan’s, and I was pressing him against the nearest wall, getting my hands on him, getting him as close to me as physically possible.

I couldn’t not.

Dan James had gotten under my skin, and this would be the last fucking time, but Ineeded it.

Just once more.

Just this once.

We kissed like we were starving, like this was our last meal on Earth and somehow, I managed to push him into the stall that guarded our secrets, closing the door behind me and getting ready to get on my knees again, before Dan stopped me and said, “I’m sucking your dick, and you're going to come down my throat.”

My mind went momentarily blank at the sound of that.

My cock was already so hard, I was afraid I was going to come in less than thirty seconds, but I needed to make it last.

Dan went on his knees in front of me, his heated, daring eyes looking up at me as he reached with a whole lot of determination for my belt, undoing it, then my jeans before reaching my boxers.

My hands were making a mess of his hair, enjoying the power of being this far on top of him, the sight of his eagerness making my dick get even harder before he stopped, looking a little uncertain.

It was to be expected, since the size of my dick could be seen even through the fabric, something that intimidated even the most experienced, and, as far as I knew, Dan had never even thought about doing anything with a man before. He was a straight man trying his hand at bi-curiosity for the first time, and I thought it was just now catching up to him that maybe he had bit more off than he could chew.

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