Filthy Little Secret Read online Devon McCormack

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Total pages in book: 74
Estimated words: 73828 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 369(@200wpm)___ 295(@250wpm)___ 246(@300wpm)
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He wraps his arms around my thighs and clings tight as he holds me in place, drilling into me. Owning me. Pounding me with such power that the intensity of the high I’m experiencing becomes too much for me. And I can’t hold in the come that aches to escape any more. I reach for my cock.

“Get it away,” he says, his voice like a growl.

I obey.

“You come when I want you to come.”

He pounds me good. I’m left twisting and turning, beating my fists against the couch cushions because the climbing pressure in my cock is nearly too much for me to bear.

Everything in me wants to rub it out. Why doesn’t he grab it and satisfy it at least a little? That’s all it would take.

I grip onto the cushions, bury my fingers in them as my cock erupts. I scream out, my body twitching in ways I’m not used to as he pumps the come out of me with each push against my prostate.

His face is locked in a twisted expression.

He grunts and shakes as his rhythm transforms into a crazed, unpredictable series of movements that end with him breathing heavily. He releases one of my legs and flips his hair out of his eyes, as though he’s been wanting to do that the entire time.

He’s not in any rush to get out of me. Not like he was when we fucked in the hallway. And I wouldn’t mind him sticking around for more.

10

TIM

Mark’s an incredible fuck. He’s not shy or apprehensive. He’s bold. Fearless. The camera thing threw him, but I could tell he wanted it. Keith wasn’t down with that. He seems like the kind of guy who’s so freaked out by all the warnings he’s heard about these things coming back around in the form of blackmail or via a sex tape, so he wouldn’t risk it. Considering Mark’s mom, I figured he’d be the same, but he just went for it. I’m impressed.

He’s not like the guys I usually fuck.

I was surprised when he said that shit about paying for his own place and that he was offended that I thought he’d taken his parents’ money for it. Most of the guys I fuck around with eagerly accept their parents’ money and aren’t ashamed of it even a little bit.

There’s something different about him. Something I can’t explain. Something I wish I wasn’t so turned on by, but when he answered the door, his expression begging for it—every mannerism suggesting he was interested as he posed for me, showing off his impressive build—I realized I could deny how hot he was all I wanted, but that didn’t keep my cock from telling the truth.

Now we lie across his couch together.

He keeps an inch between us. I wonder if Keith told him I don’t like to touch after I fuck or if he isn’t interested himself. If he would rather keep the filthy drug dealer away to remind himself that he isn’t making horrible life choices.

He faces away from me, toward the coffee table. Fine by me since it gives me a chance to stare at his ass without him knowing.

I have my phone in my hand. Grabbed it right after we did the deed.

“I’m deleting it now,” I say.

“Oh, you don’t save them for memories?” he asks in a playful tone, rolling around onto his other side to face me.

“I never save them. It’s not about going back and watching them. I just enjoy the rush I get from fucking while it’s on. It’s like when I realized that girl was watching us the other day.”

“I saw that you enjoyed that.”

“Makes it more exciting.”

“It’s naughty,” he says. “I have a feeling that’s what you like about it.”

“In the best of ways.”

I should grab my clothes and get out of here, but I don’t want to move.

The power of that explosive fuck session has left me filled with excitement.…It was intense. So fucking intense. I’m still trying to catch my breath.

“Is this how it started with you and Keith?”

“Yeah.”

It’s a fucking lie. It was never this hot. And I never needed it this much.

“Then he got all weird,” I continue. “I could tell he was feeling more, and I knew I should have told him to fuck off sooner.”

“You really should have.”

“Have you told him about our little fuck sessions?”

“Pfft. No.”

“You plan on telling him?”

He’s quiet as his gaze drops to the cushion beneath him.

“A little pissed that he’s still hanging around with those guys,” I say. “I noticed that the other night. It didn’t happen to him, so I understand.”

“But I bet you still feel betrayed. And Keith’s the kind who wants to be around the cool crowd.”

“Then why was he fucking around with you?”

“Because you’re cool if you’re fucking around with the drug dealer.”


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