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When the hell did he move so fast?
I twisted around and grabbed him. I got the distinct feeling he let me as he relaxed in my hold.
“You like squeezing my neck, huh?” the man taunted.
It’s the perfect size.
Yeah, it is.
My chest tightened as my cock turned hard. The distorted voice was starting to sound like my own as they jumbled, and desire built inside me.
“Are you going to sit down?” he asked. I glanced at the door. He moved in my line of sight, smiling. “Running?”
A dry laugh slipped free. “I don’t run.”
“Not unless it’s to hunt. Right?” He smirked and moved around me. He slapped the table.
His words circled in my head, and I couldn’t help but picture him running in the woods and me on his heels like a wolf with a rabbit. My stomach knotted further, and I stepped toward him. His eyes widened just slightly as he looked up at me.
“Careful what you say around me,” I said.
His pink tongue peeked out and swiped across his lips, leaving behind a wet trail that made his mouth look glossy. It only drew my attention to it more. I wanted to bite his lips and see them stretched around my cock as I fucked his pretty mouth.
I took a step back with the insane amount of lust pumping through my veins. I was always ready to fuck. As long as my partner could handle rough, I was good with whatever, but the desire burning through my veins felt far more intense than anything I’d ever felt.
Don’t you want to test him out?
It was a resounding yes. I didn’t have to think hard about it.
Take him. He’s yours!
He couldn’t be mine. I didn’t even know him. Shit, I didn’t even know his name.
“Foxyn,” the new guy said.
I blinked rapidly as I tried to clear the fog of lust out of the way. If I slammed him down and fucked him right now, it would be the last straw. Coach would have my ass out of the school and goodbye scholarship. Theon and Leyton would attempt to kill me.
“What?”
“Are you going to have a seat so I can start?”
I should leave.Instead, I took a seat. I didn’t run from anyone, let alone some twink. I plopped down, and he smiled at me. I didn’t want to see him smile. I wanted to see what he would look like crying and begging for mercy.
“How did you get this job anyway? I’ve seen nothing but old men. You have to be my age.” I needed to think of anything but how badly I wanted to fuck him up.
He smirked. “I’m older than you.” His thumbs pressed into my biceps, and I swallowed back the groan the massage was trying to pull out of me. His hands on my body were sparking endless lust. I’d never responded to a massage. They were standard, but this one felt like little bites of electricity dancing along my flesh.
“How much older?” I doubted he was that much older than me. His face was too soft.
“Twenty-four.”
“Four years. That’s not shit.”
He nodded. “Let me guess. You used to beat up guys older than me.”
I opened my mouth to say yes but froze as I stared at him. A scared teenager pressed up against the lockers flashed before my eyes. I hadn’t thought about Ramsey Laureati in years. Not since he disappeared.
“Do we know each other?”
