Page 41 of Dirty Love

And pissed.

Fuck, he looks pissed.

Unaware of my brother’s death glare pointed his way, Austin cocks his head at me, still waiting for an answer to his question, it seems.

“She was okay,” I finally say, rolling my eyes when all three boys laugh and shake their heads at me.

Whatever.

The conversation moves on and I finish the last few bites of my lunch, focusing on Kade and his hand in my lap, desperately trying to keep still for him. As soon as I drop my fork on my empty plate, he squeezes the base of my cock and I bite down hard on my bottom lip, a tiny little whimper slipping out before I can stop it.

Fuck.

“Shh,” he whispers, so quiet I can barely hear him.

I breathe a little faster and he runs his palm over the length of my dick, slowly slipping his fingers between my legs to tease my hole. My eyes widen and I snatch his wrist, looking up to find him staring at something across the room, a tiny hint of a smirk on his face as he carries on playing with me beneath the table. I frown and follow his line of sight, finding Jasper sitting with a couple seniors a few feet away, hiding a massive grin behind his knuckles as he stares right back at us.

Shit.

* * *

“Come here, baby,” he rasps, shoving me back against the wall in the boy’s locker room, easily lifting my legs up around his waist. “You’ve got three minutes.”

“I don’t need three minutes,” I whine, digging my heels into his hips to fuck his fist. “Kade.”

“I got you,” he assures me, spitting into his free hand to shove it beneath my jeans, rubbing my hole with two wet fingers to set me off.

“Oh, god.”

“There you go…” he draws out, sliding his tongue over my lips. “Now, be a good boy and give me your neck.”

My mouth falls wide open and I tip my head back with a loud moan, my eyebrows pinched together while I come for him within seconds.

“Baby, are you bi?” he asks, sucking my pulse into his mouth, so hard I’m sure he’s marking me.

“I… fuck.”

“You can tell me,” he whispers, teasing the spot with his teeth. “I won’t be mad at you.”

“I’m not bi,” I choke out, clinging on to his shoulders to keep myself steady. “I didn’t want her. I just…”

“You just what?”

“She had pretty eyes.”

“She had pretty eyes,” he echoes, pulling back a bit to look at me. “What the hell does that mean?”

Not wanting to talk about this, I slide my tongue over his and he groans into my mouth, dropping my legs from his waist to push me down to my knees. I pull his jeans down as quickly as I can and he takes his cock out, rubbing his knuckles all over it to use my cum as lube.

“Open.”

I do as I’m told and he jerks off right above my face, raking his fingers through my hair to keep me still. I lick around my lips and he curses, squeezing his dick to slide the length over my tongue.

“Swallow it,” he orders, and then he’s coming, coating the inside of my mouth with our combined release.

I wrap my lips around him and suck on the tip, greedy for everything he’s willing to give me, wanting every single drop. I take his dick in my hand and lick it from the base to the tip, but then he yanks my head back by my hair and glares at something on my throat.

“Shit,” he hisses, quickly pulling me back up to my feet, snatching a couple paper towels from the dispenser to clean us both up. “Fucking shit.”

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