Page 10 of Obnoxious Bad Boy

Right now? He’s still that guy, but his dick stands to attention for me, which changes literally everything.

“You’re in luck then, ‘cause you’re just my type,” he whispers into my mouth.

He carries me into a dark room, and I chuckle in disbelief, slapping the light switch as the door shuts. But as the mid-sized interior comes to life in the warm glow of the overhead lamp, my eyebrows rise high, because even my dorm room is cozier than the fuckery I’m seeing. It’s nothing like some of the luxurious apartments Vex shows off on social media. A large mattress lies on a bed of wooden pallets, and while there’s a single bookshelf and a large flat-screen TV mounted on the wall, the only other piece of furniture within sight is a massive chest freezer. And... is that a padlock I see on it?

No one knows I’m here.

“Um… why do you have a freezer in your room?” I ask in what I hope is a casual tone, but his grin becomes predatory when he meets my gaze.

“To keep the rest of you in once I take off all that pretty skin,” he says, and I suddenly can’t think about anything but the fact that I haven’t told anyone that I’m here. If he really is a psycho serial killer, he can have his way with me and suffer no consequences.

I glance back at the buzzing ice coffin, though I don’t want to believe he brought me here for nefarious reasons. I give a nervous chuckle when he drops my ass to the lid of the freezer. “I’m sure I can provide good reasons for you to keep me alive.” With my heart rattling, I reach for the button of his jeans.

When he licks his top lip I know I’m on the right path. “I’m gonna turn you into my personal sex doll,” he says with a wicked grin that I’m not so sure about. Is this a threat or a metaphor for him intending to do whatever the hell he wants with me?

He can get away with it because my self-respect is melting away by the second. No one has ever been so sexual with me, and while I should consider his words demeaning, I eat them up, because I’ve been secretly craving this kind of dirty talk all along.

“And what would you do with me then?”

Vex pushes his thumb against my mouth while the freezer buzzes under me, as if it doesn’t want me to forget its existence. “I’m gonna have you roll out your tongue for me, and I’ll use your mouth. It’s so nice and soft,” he says, stroking his fingertip over my lips before diving in to press on the tongue.

We both gasp, and the heat in his gaze burns me to the bone. I can’t wait for him to play with me.

I lock my eyes with his and suck on his finger. It’s slightly salty, warm, and all I can think of is that I’m licking Vex, the guy all the girls cream their panties over. He wants me.

Me. A dude no one ever flirts with, despite all of my great qualities. But Vex sees something in me, and I like to think that it’s his artistic sense telling him I might give him things all those pretty girls can’t.

He chews on his lip and crooks his finger until it’s shaped like a hook. When he steps back, it pulls my jaw forward, as if I was a fish he caught for tonight’s meal. “Let me give you a taste,” Vex says, pulling down his zipper. My gaze is drawn to black briefs, and butterflies flutter up my chest when he slides them down to reveal his hard dick.

Thick, dark, erect, it’s perfection. I can smell his arousal and reach for his cock, ready to give it all my love. My head becomes light again, and my balls tighten from the excitement of it all.

“Sh-should I?” I mumble, indicating the floor. It’s impossible to think with his hot length pulsing between my fingers.

“Go ahead, baby boy. Service me with those hot lips,” Vex says, and as I slide off the freezer and onto the floor, he towers over me yet remains flushed and so very touchable I am salivating already.

Am I a baby boy? I would have scoffed at the pet name an hour ago, but I’ve transformed into a horny bimbo. So yes, he can call me that, I can like it, and no one needs to know. Dostoevsky who? My brain is now only big enough to hold one thought at a time, and that single focus is Vex’s dick.

It hits me that hook-ups like this must be something he does all the time, and I’m just as disposable as his needles. That I’m not special—just another body to get off in. But while that isn’t a thought I enjoy, I’m too frazzled by the need to suck him off.

I must have been hesitating for too long, because he gently guides my head toward his dick. When I spot the bead of pre-cum at the tip, I can’t help but lick it, and moments later, the most embarrassing nasal moan leaves my mouth.

That’s right. Aaron Aurelius Astor, pre-law, moaning on his knees in front of the guy he claims to despise.

“Is this your first cock?” He teases, stroking me under the chin as if I’m a kitten.

I nod, completely under his spell as he rests his hand on my head, playing with my dark waves. This is where I belong—on my knees, sucking the dick of the hottest guy I’ve ever seen. Oh, could I even describe the waves of emotion crashing through me as I suck in the smooth cockhead and tease it with my tongue? How it feels when the fingers in my hair tighten, and when the cock starts moving back and forth, gliding over my tongue?

“That’s a good boy,” Vex mutters, watching me from above. “I should start getting this as a side for my coffee every day. In the alley behind the cafe. Would you wait for me there with your lips open and ready?”

I look up at him in disbelief, my mouth full of cock, heat flushing my face. I probably would if he asked me to. Everything I believe about myself is a delusion that I’ve never had the chance to disprove.

Even now, I’m completely focused on keeping my lips wide open and petting his dick with my tongue as he fucks my mouth at a languid pace. He is considerate though and never pushes in too deep for my comfort, gradually easing me in. I know lots of people would say no one is owed sex, but I think Vex deserves all my attention. He’s hot, talented, strong, and I’m happy to be his outlet. I put my hands on his muscular thighs and squeeze like some airhead who can think only about sex. His moans are the only prize I need. At this point, maybe I should just get a tramp stamp.

“Fuck... You look so good like this. On your knees, with my dick riding your tongue. I bet you’d swallow everything I saved up in my balls,” he says before pulling on my hair to keep me still. I blink, overwhelmed by the scent of his arousal, but then he’s pushing deeper, testing me.

I let out a whimper and try to nod, because yes, I would swallow it all. In fact, from now on, he can call me whenever he wants, and I’ll come over to offer my blowjob services, because who needs dignity when they can have Vex?

I gag a little, but he tightens his hold on my hair. I shouldn’t like it, but oh, I do. I like him in charge, and I’d be unable to resist him even if he didn’t hold me still.