Filthy Little Secret Read online Devon McCormack

Categories Genre: Gay, GLBT, M-M Romance, Romance Tags Authors:
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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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I glance around, worried someone else will catch on to what I’m so interested in.

Everyone is paying too much attention to Mrs. Belter’s lesson to notice.

I turn back to Tim, and he’s gone.

Disappointment rises within me.

But why? It’s not like I can just run out of class and hook up with him again.

Doesn’t mean I can’t fantasize about it, though.

As Mrs. Belter drags out her lecture, I grow increasingly agitated.

I want to find Tim. Talk to him.

That’s a dumb idea. I know what everyone would think if they saw me with him, but I have this aching hunger for him—a hunger he left me with after the hot sex in the basement of that party. And there must be hope that it could happen again considering he was just standing outside the room, looking as interested as ever.

One more time is all I need, but will that be enough? It was so explosive…so electric I figure I would need a thousand more fucks to feel satisfied. But the idea of having a chance to etch the experience in my mind for as long as possible gives me some hope.

When Mrs. Belter finishes talking and sits at her desk, giving us some time to read from our textbooks, I ask to be excused.

As I step into the hall, I check either way. I’m filled with hope and curiosity.

No sign of Tim.

The bathroom door on the other side of the hallway opens, and he steps out, tilting his head back as he runs a hand through his bangs. He’s wearing his usual leather jacket, open to reveal the white tee beneath it. He curls his thumb into the strap of his backpack, the only thing that makes him look like he belongs on campus.

He notices me and smirks like I’ve assured him he’s captured me under his spell.

I think about Keith, who he fucked around with last spring and well into the summer. They hooked up occasionally, doing all sorts of nasty shit that Keith had never experienced before, and as much as Keith wanted to believe he could hit it and quit it, when Tim moved on, he was devastated. And I was there to help him pick up the pieces—same as he’s doing for me since I found out what my ex was up to.

Am I making the same mistake as Keith?

No. I’m immune to thinking anything more could ever come of fucking around with Tim, but that’s what Keith thought too. Although, a masochistic part of me doesn’t care if he tries to hurt me. Because he can’t. But even if he could, I kind of deserve to be punished after what an idiot I was with Greg.

“Hey,” I mutter. I’m not sure why I’m so quiet about it. I was hardly nervous the night we hooked up. Perhaps subconsciously I worry about someone hearing me talking to him and getting word back to my parents.

He approaches me, sauntering across the hall like he belongs here, even though with one notice to security I could get him kicked off campus.

“Hey,” he replies, glancing up and down at me. His expression reveals his interest, letting me know his intentions the way it did that night at the party. It was what jolted my awareness of exactly what I wanted to do with him that night.

He looks back at the bathroom, and even though I know what he’s suggesting, I don’t like that it’s his idea. I want to have a say in this, perhaps because I want to convince myself I’m not totally under the spell of the hot lust he stirs within me.

I head down the hall to the stairwell at the end.

He follows me through the entryway, and I close the dual doors.

They click shut, and I turn to him. I can tell by his expression he’s impressed, and I’m pleased to know I can surprise him, but terrified at the same time.

“I don’t think you can handle all this,” he says, his gaze challenging me.

Maybe he’s right. But we have a good thirty minutes before the next class change, and this stairwell is so infrequently used that I’m not too concerned about anyone discovering us. Of course, knowing my luck, some random person will use this route to get to their next class early.

I won’t give myself a chance to chicken out, though.

“Try me,” I say, making a bold move toward him.

We kiss, and there’s that same electricity I felt the other night.

God, his lips are so soft.

I enjoy the minty taste of his mouth and the warmth of his breath across my face as we part briefly.

He shoves me back against the wall, pulls away, and says, “You’re a dirty little shit, aren’t you?”

My hands are already on his belt as I unfasten it before yanking his pants and boxer briefs down. I squat until I’m face-to-face with his fully erect cock. I open my mouth and take it.


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