The Obsession

Also by Christie GordonThe First Full Moon - Paranormal, HistoricalSecrets - Contemporary New AdultSay the Words - Contemporary New AdultIn Life and Blood Series – VampireHanging in the BalanceHolding on to the PastThe Bonds of FamilyNot Alone - Contemporary Rock StarThe Haunting Crush - Paranormal, New AdultFind Me in July - Vintage CollegeBreaking His Serve – College SportsA Summer Without Rain – Historical, New AdultMesa Boys Series – Contemporary New AdultCatching His FallCatching His HeartCatching His EyeCatching His NameRock U Series – Contemporary New Adult/CollegeOn a Different MissionCome Closer to MeNever Let It EndTBD Copyright© 2023 Christie GordonThe unauthorized reproduction or distribution of this copyrighted work is illegal. Criminal copyright infringement, including infringement without monetary gain, is investigated by the FBI and is punishable by up to 5 years in federal prison and a fine of $250,000.Please purchase only authorized electronic editions, and do not participate in or encourage the electronic piracy of copyrighted materials. Your support of the author’s rights is appreciated.This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents either are products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events or locales or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.The ObsessionSecond EditionCover art by Christie GordonAll rights reserved. Except for use in any review, the reproduction or utilization of this work in whole or in part in any form by any electronic, mechanical or other means, now known or hereafter invented, is forbidden without the written permission of the publisher. DedicationTo everyone who loved this book the first time around, I hope you enjoy it even more now. This book was and continues to be a rollercoaster ride every time I go through it. ContentsAlso by Christie GordonCopyrightDedicationContentsChapter OneChapter TwoChapter ThreeChapter FourChapter FiveChapter SixChapter SevenChapter EightChapter NineChapter TenChapter ElevenChapter TwelveChapter ThirteenChapter FourteenChapter FifteenChapter SixteenChapter SeventeenChapter EighteenChapter NineteenChapter TwentyChapter Twenty-OneChapter Twenty-TwoChapter Twenty-ThreeChapter Twenty-FourChapter Twenty-FiveEpilogueDear Reader:About the Author Trigger Warning: This book contains emotional abuse, both past and present, past physical abuse all by a parent and prejudice. It also deals with themes of sexual addiction and betrayal. Chapter OneSanta Barbara, CaliforniaMonday, November 3Tristan was a freak. His mother even said so, didn’t she? It’s what she called him when she saw him touch himself around other boys anyways.So, it was no wonder whenever Collin walked into the classroom he had to do what came naturally. Smirking, he crept lower in his chair and let his fingers toy with one of the many small, hooped earrings lining the shell of his right ear.Collin, a stunning young man with dark eyes and auburn hair, cut in wispy collar-length layers around his face, strolled into the university classroom and went for a seat at the desk in front of him. His light t-shirt pulled across his wide shoulders and his jeans hung low at his narrow hips by a thick, brown belt. A hunter-green backpack spilled off the side of his back to fall onto the linoleum floor beside him.Tristan’s cock swelled as he focused on Collin. Mesmerized, his blond hair, long enough to cover his shoulders, draped over his face while he watched the graceful movement of the six-foot tall, muscular body sitting in front of him. How many times had he called out Collin’s name? A hundred? Maybe. He’d pleasured himself at least that many times fantasizing about him back at his dorm room.He kept his gaze on the back of Collin’s head while he snuck his hand under his black t-shirt and into the front pocket of his jeans. He was smart, wearing his pants on the baggy side and underwear made of thin, knitted silk—snug, but able to stretch in just the right places. It allowed him to do what he needed whenever the desire arose.His fingers ran a soft circle over the head of his erection, feeding his need, washing a wave of pleasure over him like a warm bath. His breath quickened. Stopping for a moment, he took a fast glance around the class to see if anyone noticed him.Students filled all fifty desks, waiting patiently for the professor to begin.No one noticed. A soft smirk played on his face, lifting one side of his lips, exposing the dimple in his cheek. They never noticed. He was invisible.Closing his eyes for a moment, he reached a little lower, letting his fingers play along his shaft. Tiny pulses rocked his body, made him yearn to move his hips. But he couldn’t. That would have to wait.As the professor took the podium and started the day’s sociology lesson, he reached a little deeper. This time, his fingers found the base of his erection. He pressed down hard at first, letting the sensation take him for a moment to a place of calm excitement, and started a steady, soft rhythm of stroking, up and down, over and over. The soft touch over thin cloth sent shivers through him without sending him over the edge too quickly, allowing him to drag it out for sometimes hours at a time.His vision dazed as pleasure surrounded him, cradled him, made him whole. What was the professor droning on about? No matter, he only wanted to feel anyways.A movie played in his mind. Collin was the star. The object of his desire crawled under his desk and everyone else disappeared. His lean body sat naked while Collin took him in his mouth, sucking, licking, and flicking his tongue over his firm cock. A shiver raced over his spine, and he let out a soft moan.The dream vanished and he ceased the hand movement. Did anyone see him? His gaze darted around the room, taking in the sterile desks and white walls and students, sitting like zombies in a graveyard. No, he was still invisible.As he resumed the rhythm of his fingers, he lost himself to the vision. He moved his fingers quicker, pressed harder and circled the spot just under the head. Oh, how he wanted to move. How he wanted to moan and gasp.