Page 2 of Filthy Little Secret

The warmth of his lips has a hypnotic effect, making me forget all the good reasons for being apprehensive. All the guys I know he’s hurt. All the guys he’s drawn in only to drop them the moment they started to feel something more.

In some ways, I think this is my opportunity to pay him back for what he did to Keith, one of my friends who fell victim to his tricks—wounded and crippled him. Lured him in only to release him.

Destroy me, if you can, Tim Halwell.

I dare him to try. My ex Greg hurt me more than I’ve ever been hurt before, and I’m not about to crumble again. Not for a bastard like Tim.

I don’t know if I’ll feel that way tomorrow, but tonight I’m surrendering to my captor.

He slides his hand up the back of my shirt. When it reaches my neck, he grips my hair and yanks sharply.

It stings, but I don’t resist. Just stare into his eyes.

He leans into me, and as I try to kiss him, he pulls his head away and keeps his fingers locked in my hair so I can’t move any closer—so he can just stand there, enjoying how he has me frozen in this position. He must see that all I want is for him to take me.

He assesses my face, as though he’s trying to decide if I’m hot enough for him to fuck, but I know we wouldn’t be here, like this, if he wasn’t attracted to me. And even if I’m not his type, I know his desire to be the one who fucked the son of Georgia’s first female governor will outweigh whatever apprehension he may have about following through with this.

A nervous sensation fills me. I can’t decide if it’s anxiousness or eager anticipation.

I rub the back of my hand over the crotch of his jeans. He’s hard. Incredibly hard.

Oh, he wants it, all right.

He releases my hair and grabs the hem of my shirt. I raise my hands, and he pulls my polo over my head. I kick my shoes off as he hurriedly unfastens my belt and slides my pants down to my ankles. I figure he’ll give me an opportunity to get out of them, but before I can, he spins me around and pushes me up against the kitchen island.

Fuck.

I check over my shoulder. He retrieves a condom and packet of lube from his back pocket.

Always ready to play, I guess. Doesn’t surprise me considering how he makes his way around the gay guys on campus.

He undoes his pants and pulls them down, revealing that massive dick Keith told me all about.

He tears the edges of the lube packet and condom wrapper with his teeth and spits them out to his side like a fucking pro. Then he suits up and pours the lube onto his hard girth.

I turn back around and lean against the counter the way I did when Tim first entered the basement.

He positions his cock up against my hole.

No foreplay. No fucking around.

Just fucking.

I’m making a mistake. I know that.

But I deserve to make a mistake.

I’ve been a good boy all my life.

Not tonight, though.

Tonight, I can be bad. I can be dangerous. And Tim can help me forget about my cheating asshole ex.

I take a breath in preparation. My ex wasn’t this big, so I’m nervous.

Pressure pushes within me, but his cock hits my nerves just right. The sensation creeps through me, erupts from my pelvis and vibrates through my body. He works his way in carefully…very carefully for someone who seems like the sort who might plow right in to hear me cry out.

He inches his way in, and a rush of delight sweeps through me as he fills my hole with that fat dick.

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