Page 23 of Insatiable Hunger

By the time we get to five, his body is coiled so tight, I’m surprised he doesn’t snap. The sweat lining the back of his neck glistens under the glow of the lights that surround the building—it takes every ounce of self-control not to swipe it up with my tongue—and his chest heaves with ragged breaths that match my own.

My cock is throbbing behind my pants; I’m surprised it hasn’t ripped through the material yet. Elias turns and goes to reach down, but I slap his hand away, kneeling in front of him. He sucks in a breath, watching as I drag his pants back up his legs. Even in the limited light, the pink of his cheeks and the unmistakable wet spot on the front of his briefs is apparent. Buttoning them, I raise as he rests his back against the wall, wordlessly.

As the adrenaline slowly subsides, the realization of what I just did—andwhereI just did it—slams into me full force.

Anybody could’ve seen us just now. Seen me… spanking my goddamn stepson. Not to mention, consent wasbarelygiven. And yeah, I may have a pretty good inkling that he’s into the rougher stuff, but we’ve still never talked about it. And why would we? That’s completely inappropriate, given our relationship.

So many lines were just crossed because of me. I need to get back inside.

He must feel the same because, one more glance at each other, and we’re making our way in that direction. Not a word is said between us, and the second we’re through the double doors, we go our separate ways.

Fuck.

Shit.

Why did I do that?

Chapter Twelve

Elias Carnell

Once some much-needed distance is placed between me and Zeke, I make a beeline for the restroom. Thankfully, no one is in here as I barge through the door, quickly locking myself in a stall. Working the button on my slacks open, I kick off my shoes at the same time, shoving my pants down. With them pooled on the floor next to my shoes, I rip off my briefs, staring down at them in my hands like I can will the mess away with my mind alone.

I can’t believe I fucking came in my underwear like a fucking hormone-raged teenager. More than that, I can’t believe I came from him spanking me.What the actual fuck is that?I have never been spanked like that in my life. Sure, I’ve had the occasional smack during doggy style or something, but neverthat.

There’s absolutely no way I can clean this off in here. They’re ruined unless I want to stuff them into my pocket to wash when I get home… but no. I’m not doing that. I’m not walking around the rest of the evening with cum-stained briefs in my pocket. That would be weird… weirder than this night already is.

Tossing them into the wastebasket, I grab some toilet paper and stuff it in there over the top, so hopefully whoever uses this stall next doesn’t see them in there. Pulling my pants back up and slipping into my shoes, I leave the stall and wash my hands before heading back out to Jordan.

My fucking date.

For the life of me, I can’t wrap my head around how I found myself in this situation in the first place. I knew my mom and Zeke were going to a work event tonight; she told me as much when she asked if I’d be attending… since you know, I’m his fucking employee as far as she knows. But I had already agreed to go on a date with Jordan when she asked, so I was able to weasel my way out of that. I didn’t even put the two together, even after Jordan told me to dress nicely because we were going to a charity fundraiser. Looking back, it should’ve been glaringly obvious. But I guess hindsight really is twenty-twenty.

Although, had I known, I still probably would’ve agreed just to piss Zeke off, but at least I would’ve been more prepared and maybe then I wouldn’t have come in my pants with my hands against the side of the building like a damn inmate being prepared for a cavity search.

I find Jordan sitting at our table with a handful of his co-workers. He’s introduced me to a few of them, and they all seem nice enough. It’s kind of wild knowing that all of these people work for Zeke, though. I wonder what he’s like as a boss. Who am I kidding? He’s probably terrible; awful, bossy, grumpy.

I bet he’s a micromanager.

“You’re back,” Jordan says with a smile as I take a seat beside him.

“Yeah, sorry about that.”

“How do you know Zeke?” he asks.

God.“He’s, uh, my stepdad.” The answer is so simple and makes sense, and there’s nothing odd about it, but knowing there is definitely more to our story than that, it feels like everyone looking at me knows too. Which is absurd.

Jordan’s eyes go wide. “No shit?”

“Yup,” I confirm, nodding my head. “He’s married to my mom.”

Duh, Elias. That’s what a stepdad is.

“Wow, small world.” He laughs, bringing his drink to his lips and taking a sip. “Will it be an issue, you think, that we hang out?”

Yes.“Nah, I don’t think so.” I shrug, my ass still on fire from mypunishment.

He grins. “Good. Wanna get out of here?”

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