CHAPTER 6
HUNTER
Jay was so nervous that simply being around him also made me nervous. I’d planned for a last hurrah. A final hookup so I could go out in a blaze of glory, then delete the profile Finn had set up for me and move on with my life. But Jay had shown up, all awkward tension and glaring need, and I knew on sight the night was going to be anything besides expected.
“I don’t know,” he rasped, fingers splayed out over the tops of his thighs.
“I can’t do much with that,” I told him.
“I do want to submit,” he said softly.
I tugged on the waistband of my sweats, pulling them low enough to expose the dark hair that curled up around the shaft of my cock.
“Are you okay with penetration?” I asked.
Jay swallowed hard and nodded.
“What if we don’t do that? What if it’s only hands or mouths?”
“That’s…that’s fine too.”
I could practically hear him thinking, and it was a wonder to me that he hadn’t come to submission sooner. Playing this part wasn’t something I did in my not-for-profit sex life, not that Ihad one of those anymore, but it was clear as day that Jay was desperate to shut his mind off and give up control, even if only for an hour. He wasn’t after any sort of physical impact, just the release that came from being told what to do for a while. Admittedly, that sort of thing wasn’t entirely in my wheelhouse, as the men who were normally interested in my services cared more about the physical aspect of it, but I was confident I could play pretend for a little while.
“Will you feel shortchanged if you don’t come at all?” I asked.
Jay looked down at his lap and frowned. “Not sure I could, even if I wanted to.”
“Doyou want to?”
He exhaled, cheeks puffing out. “You tell me.”
I was halfway certain that wasn’t how it was supposed to go, but I was more than halfway certain I could get both of us through the hour unscathed.
“Okay. For the next hour, you can call me Sir.”
Jay swallowed and blinked, nodded almost imperceptibly.
“You can call me Sir,” I said again.
“Yes, Sir.” The words barely made it out of his mouth. He choked a little, coughed, then slammed his mouth shut.
“Does that make you feel wrong?”
Jay bit the inside of his cheek and answered with the slightest shake of his head.
There was so much terror inside of him. It clawed at his skin, trying to break through and put both of us out of his misery. I knew whatever I did with him wasn’t going to be enough to fix whatever was going on with him, but maybe it could help get him on the right track.
“Strip then,” I said next. “Take off all of your clothes and get on your knees.”
He hesitated for the briefest moment, then did as I’d told him. Once he was naked, he stood in front of me as proud as hecould be, all things considered. If he wasn’t so scared of himself, he’d be gorgeous. Average height and slim built with narrow hips and a slender waist. Jay had his navel and his nipples pierced, nothing more than small glints of silver in the darkness of my guest room that made my mouth water.
Did I actuallywantthis man?
My gaze raked over him, sliding lower until I reached his cock, which based off his earlier comment was predictably limp. It was the nerves. It happened to the best of us. My cock, on the other hand, was far from soft, and I palmed my erection, groaning from the pressure of my own hand. Jay’s stare flickered down to the motion, and his lips parted in a silent gasp.
Yeah.
Yes.
