“What are your intentions?” I could see his genuine interest.
“To keep you safe…and to make you feel good. So fucking good.”
He smirked. “The way you make it feel good turns it bad at some point, but then it shifts back and feels so good that I’m left wondering if my body can handle that much pleasure.”
“Sounds like a rave review to me.”
“More of a challenge to see how I can do the same for you.”
There was no way he could have understood the extent of my feelings for him. “You intrigue me, Ty. In a way no other person ever has.”
“I feel the same about you.”
Of course, I didn’t feel that he could understand the difference between me feeling that way in my forties when he was in his twenties and didn’t even know what it felt like to have a dick in his ass.
Not that he needed to rush any of that, especially since we were just getting started.
After our shower, Ty slid on a pair of boxers while I put on jeans and a tank, and then I headed downstairs to check the encryption pad I’d sent my distress signal on. The screen displayed only a keypad and chat box. Figured it had been plenty of time for a response.
No such luck.
The more days that passed without a word, the more certain I became that I would need to deal with this on my own. Fuck, that was going to suck. I needed to find allies, people within the IPB I could trust. But that could wait until the following day.
I went back upstairs and knocked on the door to what had undoubtedly become our room. It felt good just thinking of anything asours.
“Still just me,” Pretty Thing called out, which pulled me from my depressing thoughts.
The door creaked as I opened it to see Ty lounging across the bed, his palm against his head as he propped himself up on his elbow. He was stretched out without the sheet covering him, clearly posed, like some sort of Roman statue. Some imaginative part of me fantasized about my little virgin waiting for me to take him, begging me to snatch it right from him. Be his one and only for all eternity, far beyond our mortal bodies.
“How’s my little Adonis doing?”
“Little? I think you’re making an unfair comparison,” he said as his gaze shifted to my crotch, the whimsical smile stretched across his face suggesting he hadn’t taken any real offense at my remark.
“You’re just fine in that department and you know it. I think I’ve done enough feeding your ego for one night.”
“I wouldn’t mind being fed again.” He licked his lips, which made me reflect on how he’d savored my cum, swallowed it to his satisfaction.
Knowing how much he’d wanted to have me inside him made my pride swell.
A low rumbling growl escaped my lips, and I was curious if it was loud enough for him to hear, though judging by the way his smile expanded, he seemed to be reveling in this power he possessed over me. It reminded me of how dangerous it was to let another have power over oneself. However, Ty had made me question my former determination and commitment against that.
“Okay, well, on this note, I think I’ll let you get some rest.” I started to close the door when I noticed Ty’s eyebrows pull together.
“Where the fuck do you think you’re going?” he asked.
“I’m just going to—”
“Sit in the hall and keep watch? What difference does it make if you do that out there or in here next to me?”
The mere suggestion forced me to consider how problematic what we’d done was, because the idea of spending the night at his side rather than just outside the door excited me in a way that felt almost childish.
“Do you want to sit out there on the floor?” Ty asked.
I was quiet for a moment. “I don’t mind.”
“Don’t you want to make sure I’m safe? Wouldn’t that be easier for you to do if you were right next to me?”
Again, he was preying upon what he’d discovered was my real weakness.
