Page 38 of Bad Cowboy, Tennessee

“Fuck you,” he said. “I fucking want your tongue, Draven, and I want you to make me come. I hate myself for it. I don’t want men. But sometimes I want… you.”

“Good, baby,” I said, closing my hand around my own cock as I praised him. “I know you want more, too.”

“Tell me your secrets,” he murmured, like a begging plea, into the video call.

“I hurt people,” I told him. “I let people get hurt. And I know it’ll happen to you, too, if you know my other secrets. That’s why you’re never going to.”

He breathed deeply. “Can’t stand you. You’re never going to give me anything.”

“I can’t give you what you want. But I can promise you that I’ll give you some things youdesperatelyfucking need.”

He moaned deeply and I watched as his face flushed even redder, his eyes locked right on me.

I knew he was watching me, and me only.

His eyes on mine, even through this screen. It was like seeing chess pieces sliding into place, positioned perfectly, each move exactly as I’d wanted it to be.

I was becoming too fond of him.

I was starting to feel like he wasmine. More than a passing thrill, more than a way to waste time in Tennessee.

A dangerous, possessive urge slid through my veins, heating me through.

And he was going to come for me.

“Fuck, I’m going to come—” he said, and I watched as a few streaks of cum shot up, landing on the cotton of his tank top, painting it in white. “Oh,God.”

“Let me see it.”

“What?”

“Let me see it,” I repeated.

He swallowed hard, then panned the camera downward. The image wasn’t nearly as clear as I wished it was, but I saw his cock, with his fingers wrapped around it, cum dripping down the back of his hand and flooding the tip.

“This… this is never going to happen again,” he said.

“No,” I said. “Not like this. It’s going to be in person next time.”

He groaned, the camera panning back up to his face.

I watched him rest his head on the back of his couch for a moment, exposing the soft curve of his neck.

I gripped my cock, squeezing tight, my heart beating steadily in my chest.

Don’t get involvedwasn’t really an option anymore.

Becausejust fucking look at him.

So perfect. So goddamn fuckable and open and willing.

I didn’t care if he didn’t belong to me—all I saw when I looked at him was something that I wanted to bemine.

“I didn’t know I could come that hard just from my own hand,” he breathed. My cock throbbed in my fist.

“You havenoidea how good it can be.”

Chapter 7

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