Page 120 of Rebel Obsession

Kian reached over and undid the button on my pants. A second later, he had my fly undone, and his fingers tucked into the elastic of my boxer briefs.

I grabbed his fingers. “Are you serious?”

He paused. “I tried saying sorry. That didn’t work. I tried buying you your favorite snacks. That didn’t work. I’m down to sexual favors. It’s all I’ve got left to offer.”

I shook my head. I didn’t want a blow job because he felt guilty about a prank gone wrong. “It’s fine, I forgive you. You don’t have to do that.”

Kian’s fingers didn’t move from my underwear. I glanced over at him.

There was no mistaking the heat in his eyes this time. It was there and it was blazing. “What if I just want to?”

I motioned back at Rebel. “What if she wakes up?”

A smile flickered across Kian’s lightly freckled face. “I don’t think she’d mind somehow.”

He was right. Rebel had given so many hints about me and Kian screwing and how just the thought turned her on. I was tempted to wake her up just so she could watch.

Kian tugged on my underwear. “Lift your ass.”

My brain hadn’t even decided if we were actually doing this, and yet my body apparently had. My hips lifted, and my pants and underwear were around my knees in an instant.

Kian’s fingers wrapped around my already half-hard cock, and it thickened beneath his touch.

God, it felt different. Not better than when it was Rebel’s smaller hands around me, but different. His hands were bigger. Rougher. He jerked my shaft harder, more insistently than she did.

Fuck, it felt good.

My breathing picked up, and I fought to keep my eyes on the road. My gaze kept drawing down to my lap, getting off on the sight of him working my length.

“Keep your eyes on the road, Weston. I can’t have you killing our girl back there.”

Our girl.

Why did the thought of sharing her make me so freaking hot?

“I’ve missed your cock.” Kian’s voice was low. “Missed watching you get hard for me.”

He’d been my first experience with dirty talk. My first experience with a lot of things, actually. The girlfriend I’d had in high school had taken a virginity pledge and couldn’t even say the word dick, let alone touch mine.

Which worked out well for me because I’d never wanted her to. But at night, when Kian snuck into my room, I’d wanted his touch more than I’d wanted air.

Nothing had changed in ten years. I still wanted him as much as I always had. Only now, we weren’t two dumb kids, fumbling around in the dark.

He leaned over and put his mouth on my cock.

I hissed at the warm wetness surrounding me and then groaned as he bobbed up and down, taking a little more of me each time.

I forced my eyes to stay on the road, but I was aware of cars passing us. We were traveling at speed, but all it would take was one person to glance over and they’d see exactly what he was doing. The expression on my face was probably also a dead giveaway.

My hand dropped to the back of his head, and he grabbed his junk with his free hand, rubbing himself through his pants while he sucked me.

Heat sped through my blood, igniting every part of me. I was aware of my foot letting up on the accelerator and the car slowing down, but he was too good, and concentrating on anything else was a struggle.

He chuckled around my cock. “Drive, Vaughn.”

Except it came out more like, “Dyge Gaughn,” with his tongue wrapped around my cock and his voice sending vibrations down to my balls.

“Don’t talk with your mouth full.” I thrust my hips up.

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