Ant drags his finger across his bottom lip. “I wouldnever.”
My jaw drops.I’ve been had.
That is not a complaint.
“Oh, you’re gonna pay for that,” I say, carefully running my fingers through his hair and grabbing it by the root.
He closes his eyes and leans into the pull. Bending toward his ear, I whisper, “Tell me again…who’s in charge?”
“You are,” he says, all light and airy.
God, was he always this perfect for me?
I run my nose along Ant’s delicate jawline. “There you go. If you want me to dial it down—”
He shakes his head, his eyes finding mine.
“Good. You can say no to anything at any time,” I remind him.
“I know,” he tosses back, sassy but breathless.
Grabbing a small douche bulb from my Dopp kit, I hand it to him. “Prepare yourself. Thoroughly. And don’t touch your cock.”
The cock in question arches toward his belly button, drooling a bit of precum at the command in my voice.
“Do I want to know why a big, toppy asshole has one of those packed in his travel kit?” he asks, humor glinting in his eyes.
I raise my brow. “I told you. I have standards.” My eyes fall to his hands, and I tut, batting away his tricky little fingers. “I said stop touching your cock. That’s mine now.”
He pouts, sticking out that plump lower lip of his. “You’re mean.”
I run my fingers up his belly and over his sternum. “Oh, but I can besonice to you…if you do what I tell you to.”
“Yes,sir,” he snarks, turning back toward the shower.
Before he takes a single step, I grab his shoulder and spin him to face me. Going toe to toe with him, I stare down, loving how he has to tilt his chin all the way up to meet my eyes.
His smallness stirs something fucked up and primal in me, and now that he’s given me permission to enjoy our size difference, I’m going to stop denying myself the pleasure. I have a feeling he enjoys our differences just as much, if the way he gulps as his eyes climb up my body is any indication.
“No honorifics. Also, this bratty thing you’ve got going won’t work on me. Out of the bedroom, you’re your own man. But right now? You’re mine, and I don’t need your sass.”
Ant bites the tip of his finger. “I can live with that.”
With a troublemaker grin, his delicate fingers reach toward my cock. Slowly, carefully, he twists my foreskin over the head, enough to bring me to half-hard, but not enough to go further. I slip my thumb into his mouth, and he begins sucking. My cock jerks at his continued, delicate touch.
He sucks harder, adjusting his hold so his thumb strokes my sensitive frenulum while his fingers continue manipulating the skin. Just as I’m starting to feel like the world’s biggest fidget toy, a grin blooms across his full lips, and he pumps his hand up and down my length. Firm enough to feel, soft enough to not drag on the soft dry skin.
There it is again: his small hand can barely circle my hard-on, scratching something vital in my brain as the steam builds around us.
Finally, I pull back. “Get clean for me and join me on the bed when you’re ready.”
He nods and kisses my chest before disappearing into the shower.
15
ANT
Iexit the bathroom with a towel wrapped around my waist, feeling super clean and a little self-conscious.
