Page 21 of Obnoxious Bad Boy

I want to do this every single day.

“Good boy… Your mouth was made for my dick,” I rasp and stroke his hair, so utterly satisfied I could curl up on the floor and fall asleep by his feet as he gets back to his book.

I have to bite back a laugh when he smiles and cum dribbles from his mouth. Maybe he’s got more practice ahead of him yet.

He tries to catch the sticky spunk but some of it slides through his fingers and down his chin. Oh well, he’ll have something to remember me by on his sweater.

“No,” he whines, more worried about his turtleneck than the cum on his face. He’s so perfectly disheveled, and the tent at the front of his pants only completes the picture.

Still, he gives my softening cock a longing look when I tuck it back in. Poor thing.

I take off my hoodie, because I’m wearing a T-shirt underneath anyway, and hand it to him. “Take this.”

He hesitates, but if he were a cartoon, he’d have stars in his eyes.

Hook. Line. And sinker.

Bonus: He’ll be smelling me all day and thinking back to what we did here. It will be as if I’m hugging him when he studies. I doubt it will help him focus, but that’s not my problem.

“Thank you,” Aaron says, taking the hoodie as he rubs his face with the sleeve of his sweater. He seems dazed, he’s still aroused, and I can’t wait to see him like this in my bed.

It feels like he’s thanking me for giving him my dick to suck on, which is so damn cute I want to see him come too, but then my phone pings, bringing me back to reality. I glance at my watch, and I already know the message is from Yasmin. My client must have arrived.

“Damn, I’m running late,” I say without thinking, and while it’s true, I kind of feel he deserves punishment for trying to avoid me for three days straight. “Sorry,” I say, leaning in to kiss his lips. He tastes of the cum he drank moments ago. “Now I owe you two blowjobs.”

Aaron lets out a needy little whine and squeezes my hoodie over his crotch. If I had more time, I would have loved to take him to the restroom to give him a reminder of what his ass was missing out on for three days, but it is what it is.

“I will hold you to account,” he says as if we were talking about a blood debt, not something that will bring me pleasure. Adorable.

I laugh and kiss him again, this time stroking his tousled hair too. “I’ll text you later. And we will see each other tomorrow.”

He is dying to take matters in his own hands, but he still nods. Good.

I spin on my heel and walk off with a smile on my face.

Chapter 6

Aaron

I’ve been having to evaluate everything I believe about myself since yesterday. Maybe I’m not as incorruptible as I thought I was. Because it doesn’t matter what I might like to think about myself if I’m ready to give a guy I barely know a blowjob at the library just because he’s so hot I can’t help myself.

Actions speak louder than words, and I’m sleeping in his hoodie.

I also gave up on trying not to text him last night because what’s the point? I know I’ll get pulled in again if he makes a move on me.

I’m either doomed or actually doing really well for myself, but it bothers me that I can’t tell which one it is.

I can’t concentrate on my essay so I close my laptop and focus on my tiny cup of espresso instead. At least now that I’m no longer avoiding the hot bad boy, who’s for some reason zeroed in on me, I can start spending my afternoons at Rainbowology again, and it’s a great spot for people-watching. Especially since it’s such a gay-friendly place.

In truth, I do hope to catch a glimpse of Vex if he happens to come pick up some coffees. I always dress my best, but knowing that he’s looking at me, that he finds me so desirable, makes me try harder. We’re entering my favorite time of the year, when it gets cooler and I can wear layers, coats, and sweaters. My choice for today is a dark brown blazer paired with a tea-colored vintage shirt and plaid pants.

I wish he’d see me already, but I have to wait until evening, because that’s when we’ve arranged our secret meeting. I could, of course, send him a selfie, though that feels like showing off. Or needy, which is even worse.

I don’t know what he likes about me other than the few things he’s mentioned, like my long legs. Hopefully tonight, I’ll get to know him a bit better.

I settle on taking a photo of my espresso artistically positioned next to my laptop and add a vintage filter so that it fits the aesthetic on my Instagram. I don’t post often, since I always thought such things are vapid, but now that there’s the tiniest chance Vex might see it, I make sure my hand is in the picture too. I polished my nails yesterday, and I’m wearing a simple ring on my index finger.

I hesitate a little before posting, but I know I’m overthinking what is essentially a basic bitch coffee photo, so I write a generic Needing some caffeine today under the pic and post it.