Page 30 of Obsessed with the Player

“Are you going to be a good boy for me, Dan?”

“Fuckyou,” he said, but it had so little heat it was almost laughable.

“Are you?”

He was quiet.

Then, “I’ll be good.”

Fuck, I squeezed the base of my cock, praying to any god that was listening not to come right now, not yet, but that acquiescence got me pretty fucking close.

We got into it again.

And this time, Dan didn’t try to take more, but he took what was given like a natural. He moaned, the vibrations of it going straight to my dick and I moved my foot just so I would know–

He washard. I had my foot against his groin and he pressed himself against me as I increased the pace of my thrusts.

I was getting close. So fucking close.

My hand went to his nape and I thrust slightly deeper into him, never reaching his throat, but with how heavenly his mouth felt, I didn’t need it.

Still, I needed to tell him, “You better pat my leg if you don’t want me to come in your mouth.”

But he didn’t do that. He got hold of my legs and held on for dear life as I thrust and thrust andthrustinto him, ashepushed himself against my foot, and the pleasure all coiled in my balls before with one shaky thrust I felt myself start to come.

Dan kept sucking. He sucked as my oversensitized cock started spilling ropes of come, and I felt him swallow.

As soon as I was done, I pulled him up, kissing him wildly, tasting my come from his lips, fucking him with my tongue at the same time as I pushed my hand into his jeans and under his boxers, making Dan groan into my mouth.

Our breaths were heavy, and as I looked at him, eyes shiny, lips swollen, eager to come, I didn’t know how I was going to leave here and never do this again.

Dan still had a vulnerable expression on his face, and after swallowing, he asked, “Was it good?”

“I think you know it was,” I said, brushing my thumb over his lower lip, gut tight, my other hand still rubbing against him.“Ten out of ten, would do again.”

Shut up and leave it alone.

I couldn't.

“No room for improvement?” Dan asked, toying with the buttons of my shirt.

He looked so adorably flustered by my praise, I wanted to bite him with how cute he was.

I so badly wanted to kiss him again even when I knew I shouldn’t.

Still, as I kept staring at his lips and remembered the sweet way in which he’d submitted to me and my orders, the words escaped my mouth.“You were wasted being straight.”

His eyes flitted up to mine. Silence.

Leave it alone.

I didn’t listen.“The second I saw you, I knew I wanted you writhing under me. I wanted to know what your lips would feel like around my cock, and I wanted to steal you right then and there under your girlfriend’s nose.”

Dan was silent for a beat, but the blush rising up his chest spoke miles, as did his quickening breath.“A conceited asshole, as always.”

I huffed, even as I leaned in to suck a wicked kiss on his neck. There was this feeling in my chest, warm with fondness andneed, and it only grew when Dan’s hand lowered to my stomach, where he took hold of my shirt.

Just go home and be done with it, the little voice of reason said in the back of my head.

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