Page 13 of Unforgivable

And in a horrifying twist of events, I almost let the worst word in the world slip past my lips.

More.

“Fuck, you're so responsive, violet eyes. I had a feeling you would be…I bet you're practically dripping for it.” He rubbed a little faster, and I bit my lip so hard to trap my moan that I was about to draw blood. “I can feel you throbbing through the denim. I bet you'd come the second I wrapped my hand around you. You're such a slut for it, aren't you?”

His silky sweet tone was contradictory to the degrading words he was spewing, but…I couldn't say no. God help me, but I was so turned on…and I was going tocome.

“Oh, please…” The words tumbled out in a pleading moan against my will. My eyes were clamped shut as I fought against the mounting pleasure that was sweeping through me, but also wanting to give myself over and let it take me. My brain had long since packed up and signed over the decisions to my dick, which was throbbing in Hawk's hand.

“Careful, Rhys…don't want to get too loud. Can you imagine if someone turned and caught us right now? If they saw you falling apart for me as I got you off in front of them?” His tormenting words somehow ratcheted up my desire and my cock let out another pulse of precum. It was insane that the thought of getting caught was somehow intensely hot. My dick pulsed dangerously and pressed painfully against the confines of my pants.

“I feel you getting close,” he growled. “Come on, Sweetness. Give it up for me. I want to feel you flood your jeans and know it's for me. Come for me like the dirty boy you are…”

His hand pressed just right at the tip of my cock and I exploded. I bit my fist hard to stifle the moan that almost broke free as my soul-crushing orgasm slammed into me. Spurt after spurt of cum drenched my boxers, sticky and warm as Hawk continued to stroke me over the jeans. It seemed to go on forever. I absently wondered if he was draining me of every bodily fluid I had until the last tremors ran through me and my cock went limp.

I fell back in my chair, chest heaving out heavy breaths that I was positive were too loud, but I couldn't find a single care to give. My head was swimming in a glorious haze and I had the strongest urge to cuddle into his arms.

That thought rammed at my consciousness and my eyes flew open, haze gone in the blink of an eye as the gravity of what just occurred settled over me.

Hawk = 1, Rhys = 0.

Next to me, Hawk was chuckling deeply, but there was no warmth behind it. I couldn't bring myself to look at him as shame and guilt washed over me. I knew I couldn't even be that angry with him because I never said no. I remembered trying to remove his hand, but I didn'teven put up that much resistance against him. He told me repeatedly to tell him to stop, and I stayed silent.

And the reason I stayed silent was the most shameful problem of all because I got off on what he did to me. I…liked it.

“Mmm, I think I proved my theory right. You were such a good boy, Rhys.”

There was no sane reason on this planet or any other why my cock should have twitched at his praise…and yet it did.

“Well, that was fun. Good luck with that mess, Sweetness,” Hawk tossed out casually, and my eyes connected with his cocky gaze. “Hey, don't forget to call my coach and get that complaint cleared up. Gotta get that fixed,” he said as he tossed a wink at me.

Without another word or glance my way, he gathered up his backpack and strode out of the room, leaving me gaping after him.

I sat there for several minutes as the lecture wrapped up and students funneled out.

And I stayed put.

Sticky, messy, and full of regret.

Gettingout of the classroom and to my apartment with my dignity intact was a lot harder than I thought it'd be. I had my textbook clutched awkwardly in front of the giant wet spot on my jeans the entire way to my apartment.

By the time I hobbled into my room, the cum was crusty and flaky which made the whole ordeal even more humiliating. I hadn't come in my pants since I was thirteen and was at a sleepover for Connor's birthday. Lots of cute boys running around in swimsuits, jumping on my back in the pool had been enough to push me over the edge and I ran inside complaining about a stomachache. Luckily my swim trunks had already been wet and I was able to rush in to change without anyone cluing in, but it was still a mortifying experience I had no interest in repeating.

That worked out just great for me.

I spent the rest of the day holed up in my room, fruitlessly trying to study for the classes I had skipped after Sir Gropes-A-Lot had ruined my jeans and my concentration in one go. I briefly considered telling Micah about the debacle in class, but his mood hadn't improved overthe week and he still wasn't acting like himself. I didn't want to dump on my friend when he was clearly still struggling with the fallout of the double-date. I could deal with this myself.

Thursday and Friday passed surprisingly without incident, but my anxiety hadn't gotten the memo. I continued to look everywhere in the crowds of students, as if I were expecting Hawk to jump out and attack in the middle of the street. And the thought was only unsettling until I remembered the leg shaking orgasm he dragged out of me that day.

Then it changed to another thought entirely. One where I imagined that scenario going much differently.

With his hand down my pants and my cum on his fist.

Horrified at where my wayward mind was taking me, I shook my head vigorously to clear it as my Human Health professor finished up his presentation and dismissed the class. It was the last lecture on my Friday schedule, so I was headed home to take a long shower, make a quick dinner, and curl up in bed to drool over Anthony Bridgerton.

As I weaved through the throngs of students on the main Speedway corridor, my phone vibrated in my pocket. I pulled it out and instantly wished I hadn't.

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