Page 46 of Filthy Little Secret

Darlene mingles as Mark makes his way around the projector screen, glancing at me, as if to say, “Get back here.”

But I know we won’t be talking.

I obey the implied request, heading behind the screen, through a doorway that leads into a room behind the auditorium.

Mark leans against the wall beside the door, hands in his blazer pockets.

Considering the speech his mom gave, I feel like crap for crashing the fundraiser and thinking I deserved to get some action tonight.

I know he’s bothered about his sister. I can see it all over his fucking adorable face.

And I know he’s wishing he didn’t have to play a pawn in her act.

“Sorry,” I say. “I had this stupid idea that—”

He comes at me, and before I know it, I’m in his embrace, his lips on mine, leaving me confused as hell.

He pushes me back to the wall on the other side of the doorway.

Opening his mouth, he slides his tongue past my lips as he grips my ass with one hand.

“Someone…might come…back here,” I say between kisses.

“They can deal with it.”

He breaks away for a moment and shuts the door, turning the lock on the knob. He attacks me again with kisses.

He reaches into my back pocket for the condom and lube I brought with me.

He smiles like he’s relieved to know they’re on me and that he knew me well enough to know exactly where they’d be. Unfastening my belt and undoing my button, he doesn’t even bother unzipping my pants before yanking them down. He rips the condom wrapper open with his teeth and then rolls the condom on my cock.

While he’s rolling it on with one hand, he puts the lube packet to his mouth and rips it just as he did the condom wrapper. He pours the lube into his mouth and then takes my cock into his mouth, discarding the packet on the floor beside him.

While he sucks on me, he makes quick with undoing his pants. He pulls my cock out of his mouth and rises, sliding his pants down to his ankles. He spins around, throws himself up against the wall, and kicks his shoes off. Then he steps out of the legs of his pants, moving them aside with his foot.

“Hurry before we get caught,” he says, though he doesn’t sound like that would be such a terrible thing to him. In fact, I think he wants that to happen. That some sadistic part of himself wants to ruin his mother’s career and image. Like he feels about the videos.

With him in this frenzied state—so desperate, needing my cock—I’m hard as ever.

He throws off his blazer.

His ass is exposed just beneath the tail of his shirt.

I hurry behind him, squat slightly, and push into him. His hole is tight, but inviting. He curls his fingers as he takes me, moaning with pleasure, but not loud enough for anyone outside to hear.

“Wreck me, Tim,” he says. “I need it tonight. More than ever.”

He stands on his toes as I enter him, resting my hand on his hip as I listen to his body, making my way cautiously within, allowing him to ease into it.

The doorknob turns.

“Shit,” I whisper.

He wraps his hand around and grabs onto my ass, keeping me from pulling out. I’m glad because I didn’t want to leave.

The doorknob rattles again.

“Mark?”

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