Page 26 of Wild Obsession

I whimper under this abrupt assault. Back in Austin, he left me with less than a kiss, more like the suggestion of a kiss, but that hasn’t stopped me from waking up hard thanks to dreams about what could have been. Tonight, his mouth presses me against the bus, tongue jabbing into my mouth and hand so tight on my jaw it verges on painful.

When he breaks away, I gasp for breath. Without his mouth pinning me, I sag against the bus, knees threatening to buckle.

“Good boy,” he says, low and raspy.

His voice, the praise, the command lurking beneath his words — it all shoots right to my dick, and I squirm, trapped in his hold.

“You want something, straight boy?” Keannen asks.

“Yes,” I breathe.

He snorts. I’m transported back to our youth, back to all those moments under the bleachers. The dark and the bus at my back contribute to the illusion, but mostly it’s the sneaking around. It’s the quiet of the parking lot. It’s the fact that even Cameron has no idea where I am tonight.

“Come on,” Keannen says.

My jaw is cold when he lets go. I all but run to keep up with him as he stalks through the dark and opens the door of the bus.

The dark is even more complete inside the vehicle. Keannen leaves me standing at the top of the stairs blinking and disoriented, then locks the door behind us. I swallow hard.

He doesn’t lead me to a bed or a couch. Instead, Keannen slinks up behind me, like a shadow draped against my back. His breath heats my neck. His hands skate along my shoulders and down my arms. His hard cock presses at my ass when he tilts his hips toward me.

“Scared little rabbit came back for more, hm?” he says at my ear.

His teeth graze the lobe. His tongue flicks out like a snake’s. I shiver in his hold, not knowing quite what I need but needing it so, so bad nonetheless.

“Aren’t you afraid of being devoured?” he says.

“No.”

He scoffs. “So comfortable, so safe. You’ve never hadto be afraid, not really.”

“That isn’t true.”

He doesn’t, can’t, know what it was like after I left our school in Baltimore, but none of that matters. All that matters tonight is his words puffing hot against my skin and his body pressed against mine.

It takes me a moment to realize something has stopped him. The ache inside me pulses.

“Please,” I gasp. “Don’t stop this time. Please.”

He huffs. Maybe it’s annoyance or anger or amusement. Regardless, his hands snake under my shirt, feeling their way up to my chest while his teeth pull at my earlobe. He reaches my nipples and tugs, and a mixture of pain and pleasure I never fathomed in my life barrels into me. I shout, that singular sensation overriding everything else in my brain for a bright, startling moment.

“I knew you’d be sensitive there,” he rasps into my ear.

He switches to palming my chest, squeezing my pecs hard. I groan, body rolling toward him to beg for more.

“You let me take you apart so easily,” he says.

“Yes,” I pant.

I knew that before I ever arrived here tonight, knew before he texted me. Whatever happened in the shower in Austin, it’s haunted me ever since. No amount of porn or fantasies or wet dreams has managed to sate it. Nothing has even come close until this moment.

I need more.

“Keannen, please,” I whine shamelessly. “Please touch me. God, I’m going to break if you don’t.”

“Break?” he says. “You’ll break? Oh, surely you’re stronger than that, Freckles. Let’s see.”

His hands skim downward, feeling their way along my body before rubbing over my hard cock. The grate of the fabric doesn’t stop me from bucking my hips toward that touch.

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