11. Max
Max
I acted on pure instinct. My heart was beating so hard I thought it might jump up to my throat.
My whole body was hot, and even just looking at Draven’s plush lips felt forbidden.
I wished I was anywhere other than in front of the Hard Spot, but I was also too far gone to care, caught in a moment of raw desire like nothing I’d ever felt before.
There was something about him.
Something about having his hand on my wrist again, too. A feeling I didn’t think I could want again, but I kept coming back for more.
It was as if I was making good on a bet, or taking a dare—but nobody had bet I wouldn’t do this other than me .
I had some strange urge to prove something, but what?
And to myself, or to Draven? My cock was hard and I could tell he was just as turned on, but he was resisting me.
Resisting everything, even though the other day at his house, he’d practically drawn me closer to his cock like he was a river current I couldn’t resist.
I didn’t want to kiss a man.
But since the night he almost told me his secrets, he’d been running from me. Like he was scared to see me being nice to him.
Like he couldn’t handle my kindness at all.
I needed to show him, finally, that I wanted my lips on his. I was sick of questioning my attraction to him, and I just wanted to act on it.
I closed the distance between us, acting on the base instinct before it disappeared.
Fuck it. I want it, and I don’t care.
The moment before my lips touched his he reached a hand up, though, putting it against my mouth.
Stopping me.
My kiss landed on his fingers instead, and I heard a plaintive moan escape my throat, like I was whimpering because he wouldn’t let me kiss him.
He gave me a quick shove with the hard front of his body, putting a little more distance between us again.
His hand was still against my mouth, covering it. His stare was pure warning.
“You don’t want to do that.”
Rage started to rear its head in me. I reached up to pry his hand a couple of inches away from my mouth. I finally spoke. “I’m not afraid to do something with a guy?—”
“You don’t want to do it with me.”
I moved in again and he just pressed his hand up against me a second time. I bit down on his fingers and he sighed, moving them a little, and even the feeling of his fingers dragging on my lips made my cock throb.
“Yes I fucking do,” I said. “It’s all I can think about.”
“Well, stop thinking about it. I’ll stuff my cock down your throat. I’ll choke on yours. I’ll fuck you ‘til you’re a puddle on the bed, or I’ll let you come inside me. But I’m not going to let you fall for me. Not you .”
I puffed out a bitter laugh. “I’m not falling for you.”
He gave me a grim stare. “Do I believe that?”
“Don’t give a fuck if you do. Just let me know who you are . Kiss me.”
“ No ,” he said.
I sprang into action, taking his hand and putting it up against the bulge of my cock, showing him just how hard I was.
Draven groaned, pulling in another long breath of air. He glanced around us, looking across the intersection. We were far enough away from most people that they likely hadn’t noticed anything we were doing, but at any moment, anybody could walk down the corner we were standing on.
It wasn’t exactly private.
This was the kind of thing I’d normally never dream of doing in real life, but I’d fantasize about it, edging myself until my cock was raw. But I’d never do it.
It was yet another thing that Draven had brought out in me.
More change that I never asked for.
But it’s starting to feel too fucking addictive.
There were some people who just made you do bad things. People that would get under your skin in a way that made your brain turn off completely, making you want things so badly you didn’t have time to regret doing them.
“Come here,” Draven finally said, taking my hand and leading me over past the side of the Hard Spot and toward the back of the building, finding a spot behind two tall trees that was at least mostly shrouded away from the rest of the world.
Nobody would usually walk back here unless they were taking a strange shortcut.
Draven shoved me up against the fat trunk of one of the trees.
My field of view was filled with nothing other than him. A canopy of leaves above us, the dim light of the empty, glowing back street behind the Hard Spot far behind him, and us here between two buildings, hidden away.
I was so fixated on his eyes. His dark rows of lashes, framing them, as he looked down and up again, frantic.
Frantic because I’d made him frantic.
God fucking damn it.
It didn’t matter that he was a man—in that moment, in the low light, he looked so beautiful to me that it hurt somewhere deep in my soul.
He was crushingly attractive. His high cheekbones, and those goddamn ruddy lips that he wouldn’t let me kiss, for some reason. His dark hair that looked so soft and smelled so good, like some warm spiced vanilla every time I’d been this close to him.
Suddenly a list of desires broke out from somewhere in my mind.
Things I’d wanted, but never let out into the light of day.
I want to feel his hair. How soft it really is.
I want to know what it might feel like to have someone this strong pin me down in bed. Leave me helpless. Make me struggle, force me to come.
I want to fucking kiss him. Suck on his lower lip. Bite it. Feel his tongue slide on mine.
And I want him to let me.
The thoughts swirled around my mind like they were in orbit around me, now. His green eyes were on me, something possessive coming out in him—or maybe he was just pissed off that I’d been so pushy with him.
His palm found its way to the front of my chest, reaching up under my tank top and hitting my bare skin.
He must have been able to feel my heart pounding now.
And then all at once, he moved his other hand down past the waistband of my pants in a smooth motion, and I gasped as his fingers reached in and closed around my cock.
“Fuck,” I whispered.
He had me pinned against the tree and now his hand was around my cock, gripping it for the first time, out in public.
It was a tight fit past my waistband. He moved his hand from my cock down to my sack, stroking along my balls, tightened up under his touch.
“Someone could see us,” I uttered too quickly, my voice low and a little wavering now because I was so turned on even though alarm bells were going off in my head.
“And you like that,” Draven said in a tone that was nearly a growl.
I let out another near-whimper.
He was right.
He was so right about everything. All of the things I wanted to hate him for, since the moment I’d met him.
Nothing about this was good. Being in public. Being with him . My sister’s fucking ex-boyfriend, with his hand down my pants, in the town I’d been in since I was born. A guy who was like a werewolf in human form, cold and calculating until the exact moment when he decided to become feral.
His hand closed around my cock again and I melted back against the tree, the mottled surface of the trunk pressing against the thin material of my tank top onto my back.
Draven hummed. “Undo the button.”
“Bad idea.”
“Do it.”
I breathed deep, reaching down with shaky hands to undo the top button on my pants, giving his forearm that much more leeway to work with my cock. I slid down my zipper afterward, and Draven moved in a little closer to one side of my body, getting a better grip.
The side of his body was pressed against one side of mine, now, half-pinning me to the tree still while he started to stroke my cock in earnest. It felt so good and so wrong that I swore I could lose control at a moment’s notice, but I also wouldn’t have stopped this for the world.
I’d taken a fifteen-minute break from work when I’d left to follow him outside, and I had no idea how much time had passed now. I may as well have been on another planet now.
I leaned my head back against the trunk of the tree, swearing under my breath as Draven’s grip tightened a little more around me.
“You’re good at that,” I said, my voice low.
“You look fucking hot pinned back against that tree,” he told me. “You’re doing so well, Baby Blue. Think we’re going to get caught?”
I groaned. “Shut up.”
“Want me to talk a little louder? Make it more likely someone will come catch you doing this?”
I sucked in a sharp breath as he slid his thumb across the head of my cock, slicking it with my precum.
In a quick motion he yanked my pants and boxer briefs down, just a few inches, enough to expose my cock out in the open air, now.
“ Fuck ,” I said a little too loudly as he looked down at my dick.
“Is this what you wanted, when you came after me?” he growled.
“Maybe.”
“When you fucking showed up at my door with that whiskey?”
“I just—I just wanted you ,” I said. “And you’re still afraid to show me. All of you.”
My heart rate was rapidfire again but I also couldn’t stop watching him as he watched me , his eyes going wide as he gazed at my cock.
He ignored what I’d said.
“Your cock felt so good in my hand, but it looks even better out in the open,” he said.
He was torturing me.
He knew I loved it—he seemed to know it even before I did, somehow.
I was pretty sure this might be the worst decision of my life. It was also the hottest thing I’d ever felt, without question.
Guess I’m not quite so straight. Certainly not when it comes to Draven.
I kept looking at his lips like they were some sort of forbidden fruit.
He wanted to do this with me—get me off in public, jerking my cock like his sole purpose in life was to see me come—but he wouldn’t let me kiss him?
It was frustrating. Just one more thing I couldn’t understand about him.
A peal of laughter came from the street, floating over in the air. There must have been a group of people walking down the main street right behind this little cluster of trees. Shadows shifted on the side of the brick building as they walked, chatting about their upcoming year at TNU.