Page 28 of His Coveted Obsession

He walked up to me, stood toe-to-toe, and wrapped his arms around my waist. “All good? I kind of like you all growly and jealous over me. It’s sexy and makes me feel wanted.”

“I wasveryangry with you.”

“Good.”

As my heart rate calmed down, I took his chin and pinched it gently. “No more pictures of other men. I don’t care if you’re friends.”

He looked up at me with bright blue eyes through his smudged glasses, a smile spreading across his face along with those damn dimples. “You got it, but… can I still be his friend? I need friends, East. Besides, he’s my chemistry partner, and we have to work together in the lab.”

“Only him. And no touching. Ever.”

“I promise.”

I stepped away from him, pulled his glasses off his nose, wiped them clean with a napkin I had pulled from the dispenser on the table, and then put them back on his face.

“I have an idea,” he said, taking my hand and tugging me toward the back.

We stepped into the single-use bathroom, and he locked the door behind him. His dexterous fingers worked my belt and zipper down. My cock hardened instantly and my heart beat a little faster.

“To prove you’re mine and I always want to please what’s mine and make you happy,” he said by way of explanation.

Thomas reached inside my underwear and pulled out my cock, languidly stroking it.

“Suck it,” I ordered. “Don’t get any spit or cum on my pants.”

“God, yes. Anything…” he breathed as he fell to his knees on the hard, tiled floor.

“Keep your eyes on me.”

He fisted my length before swallowing me down, his blue eyes on mine, and his mouth stretched around me. I removed his glasses and slipped them into the pocket of my cardigan.

Thomas licked the underside of my cock, and when he reached the tip, I shuddered. His pink tongue swiped along the slit, licking up pre-cum. With his eyes still on my face, he suckled the tip, and my breathing picked up. He looked at me reverently, and I ate it up. The worship he gave me was never enough. I needed him to always look at me like that.

I grabbed a fistful of his light brown curls and pumped into his mouth, desperate for more, all the while my brain was chanting, ‘mine, mine, mine.’

His lips were swollen, and his eyes started to water as I pushed his gagging boundaries, but he never pushed me away or popped off to stop. Thomas was so obedient andnever denied me… so far.

As the pressure grew and my body burned, I shut my eyes to feel his hot mouth wrapped around me. My climax burst from my body and Thomas drank me all down, swallowing every drop of cum and careful with his saliva.

Perfect.

I took deep breaths to calm my heart and breathing as Thomas stood. “Don’t move, please,” he said.

He walked over to the sink, grabbed paper towels, and dampened them at the faucet. Then he cleaned my cock of spit and cum before tucking me back in and zipping up my pants.

I grabbed his face and pulled him into a kiss, slipping my tongue into his mouth, tasting my earthy essence. It should’ve repulsed me, but it didn’t.

“Feel better?” he asked.

“Yes.”

His smile turned crooked. “Good. I always want to make you happy.”

I still held his face, scanning for lies, but he was as honest as always. “You do.”

I dropped my hands, grabbed his glasses, and put them back on his face.

Before I could leave, Thomas grabbed my arm. “Easton?”

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