Page 136 of Pretty Obsessed

His lips pulled tight around my shaft in a smile.

"You know I'm going to be thinking about this the whole time you're out there." I nodded towards the store. "I'll be thinking about how pretty you are on your knees and loving that none of them get to see this side of you."

He groaned, eyes falling closed.

"I'll probably be hard the whole time. This won't be enough." Nothing ever was.

He took me in hand and stroked while he came off, lips glistening with a string of saliva connecting us.

Wow.

"I have another event this afternoon. You'll have to find someplace to fuck me between."

"I'm going to be finding every opportunity and way to get inside you over the next twenty-four hours. It's going to make MoMA seem benign."

He took me into his mouth again, this time I let him swallow me back.

“Wait, I can't." I grabbed the front of his shirt dragging him to his feet.

"You're not shy…" He fought my pull. "What's wrong?"

I forced my body into his. "Will you listen for a minute?"

He froze as our cocks met, taking in the seriousness on my face. "What?"

"I want your lips on mine, and your legs so tight around my hips I forget to breathe. I need to feel you shaking as you orgasm with me.” I grabbed the front of his shirt again, grinding my dick into his as I kissed him aggressively and without remorse. "I'm going to take you on top of these boxes."

He squirmed and nodded vigorously. “I want to feel your ownership.”

I put my lips next to his ear, stroking him nice and slow. “Your words make me so hard.”

“Good.” He hooked his thumbs in my jeans to push them further down my hips, then dug in my pocket for the lube he knew he'd find.

I grabbed his thighs lifting him a couple of inches to the box behind him, stripping his shoes and jeans off.

He shivered as I admired him bare-assed before me. He spread the lube over me, pulling me towards his hole.

"So eager."

"Don't make me beg. I want you inside of me as long as possible. Please." He pulled me closer, kissing, putting all his needs on full display.

"No begging today." Today was about connection and fulfillment. We had months for begging.

He guided me inside him, heels pressing into my ass, making sure I gave him every last inch.

Joined.

But the slow didn't last. We both had built up emotions to work out. Our bodies met like the clash of converging tides. Violent, taking from one another. Hips slapping into his cheeks so hard I knew they'd leave bruises. He clawed at my skin like he could get me closer. But easing the storm between us.

We came together, panting and gasping our pleasure. Orgasms ripped from us but brought us closer. Leaving us breathing hard, forehead to forehead. The connection undeniable. My love for him undeniable. The proof would have to follow.

We walked out together, mostly looking like we hadn't just savaged each other. His hair was a little mussed, and his shirt wrinkled, but only a well-trained eye would pick up on those details and these people were fans of his books. It wasn't the same as music fans, right?

Wrong.

I found fandom to be like my meet and greets on crack. He might not be chased down in the street like we were sometimes but these people knew every single word he'd ever written and maybe his characters better than he knew them. They asked the most insightful questions as well.

I'd entered a whole different world, and I loved it.

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