Page 41 of Wild Obsession

“Fuck,” he rasps, the word dusting through my hair.

He uses his clean hand to grab my hair, and though he grasps hard enough for it to prickle my scalp, he doesn’t push or pull.

Maybe because he doesn’t need to.

My eyes close on their own. I may be doing this for the first time, but I already know what I want. I brace against his thighs, bobbing my head without him asking or pushing atall. He couldn’t stop me doing it even if he wanted to. I love the feel of his cock heavy on my tongue and probing at my throat. Occasionally, I do go down far enough that my throat closes up, a tight, choking sensation briefly seizing me, but then I pull away and it recedes just as easily.

That encourages me to go harder, faster, to plunge down him more boldly, testing limits I’m exploring for the first time in my life. I always assumed this activity was only fun on the other side of it, but shit, do I love having him in my mouth. If I knew it was this fun, maybe I would have said yes back in high school, but I was holding onto some piece of my parents’ image of me back then.

No need for that anymore.

My parents don’t want me. Hell, even Keannen doesn’t want me, but he’ll have me. Like this. On my knees in a filthy bathroom stall while we both smell like sweat from performing. Tonight, that’s close enough to love to count.

I dive up and down him, and his hand seizes at my hair. Low grumbles of pleasure shiver through him and down my throat, encouraging me along. I do that swallowing thing again, and he sucks in a breath, yanking at my hair hard enough for it to hurt.

Storing away that reaction, I bob and plunge. My throat grows ragged, my jaw and knees aching, but mild discomforts aren’t going to stop me. Even when Keannen pulls at my hair and grunts “careful” it doesn’t stop me.

“For real,” he says a second later. “You don’t… I’m going tocome in your mouth if you don’t stop.”

Fuck yesis the first and only thought that hits me in response.

I didn’t know that was a thing I wanted, but when Keannen proposes it, my whole body stirs. If my cock could plump again so soon, it would, but since it can’t, I just keep going, ignoring Keannen’s warning.

“Fuck,” he gasps. “You … you can’t blame me. I w-warned you. Stupid … fucking virgin.”

Suddenly, his hips snap forward. It nearly chokes me, and I grasp at his thighs to steady myself. Then something hot and salty shoots down my throat, and pure instinct makes me swallow and swallow and swallow until Keannen is groaning and dragging himself free of my mouth.

He stumbles back a step, sagging against the far wall of the stall and staring at me like he doesn’t recognize me.

He’s shaken.

It takes me a second to realize it, but as soon as I see it, it’s gone. Keannen straightens, abruptly fixing himself.

“You’ll get diseases that way,” Keannen says.

“Sorry, I just thought…”

“What?” he snaps.

I shrug, too light and buzzy for deception. “I just wanted to do it.”

Keannen stares at me for a moment, his face so carefully blank it’s eerie. Then he shakes his head. “Don’t pull that shit with anyone but me,” he says. “You don’t know ifpeople are gonna give you some weird STD or something.”

The warning about diseases soars past me. The way he phrased that… It was like he was saying we’d do this again. It was like he was saying I was his, and should only do this with him. I know it’s stupid when he made it clear that’s not how things are, but how can I tell my heart that when he contradicted himself so blatantly?

I rise, taking a chance while I’m still bold from satiation. I approach him, trying to get close, to seal this weird encounter with a kiss, but Keannen stops me with a hand to the chest.

“That’s not how this is going to go,” he says. “I already explained. If you can’t handle that, then don’t keep coming back to me wanting more.”

My heart crashes down to my feet, but I try to hide my disappointment. “Okay, sure, I get it.”

“Do you?”

He stares at me for a moment, our eyes locked.

Without waiting for my answer, he leaves.

Chapter Twenty

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