Cypress’s grip tightened, and he jerked Tom off with more intent as he looked over the arrangement. “Looks pretty good. In another life, you could’ve been a great florist.”
“How about being a guy who gets to come?” Tom grabbed Cypress’s thigh, squeezing hard. “Please. I need it, I need it so badly–”
“Close, aren’t you?” Cypress smiled. “Your cock is so fuckin’ wet right now.”
“Come on,” Tom pleaded loudly. That delicious pressure was building up inside of him, making him throb and ache for release. Cypress wasn’t stopping yet, and Tom let himself get carried away, almost there, right there—
Cypress’s phone jingled.
“Ah, one second,” Cypress said, looking ever so smug as he pulled away to check it.
Tom huffed loudly, all the air knocked right out of his lungs. His balls were painfully tight from being denied, and he wanted nothing more than to reach over and grab Cypress’s phone and throw it.
“Good news,” Cypress said cheerfully, reading over a text message.
“You’re gonna let me come?”
“Even better. Junior’s finally been arrested.”
“Arrested?”
“Yup,” Cypress confirmed. “Fox and the boys in blue just picked him up. Wanted to let us know.”
Tom sighed in relief, a heavy weight lifting from his shoulders. He wouldn’t have to worry about anyone jumping at him from the shadows now if Junior was in jail.
“Shit. That’s awesome.” Tom cringed. “I mean, not for Junior obviously, but hey.”
“Hopefully, Gerald doesn’t pay his bail and lets him rot,” Cypress said, kissing Tom’s cheek. “I don’t know about you, but I’m pretty stoked.”
“Is it weird I feel bad for him?”
“Taking into consideration he’s probably the one who wrecked your house, maybe a bit.”
“No, you’re right.” Tom quickly tried to dismiss the thought. It was weird to feel sorry for his ex while his dick was out. He reached up to touch Cypress’s beard, urging him in for a kiss.
“Now, where were we?” Cypress smiled, kissing Tom and letting it linger for a few moments.
“Mmm, hopefully about to let me come,” Tom mumbled against his lips.
“No, that’s not it.” Cypress hummed as if in deep thought. “I think I was getting ready to take you upstairs to start your punishment.”
“Start?” Tom complained, gesturing down at his hard cock. “What do you mean start?”
“This was just a warm-up,” Cypress said with a wink. “When we go upstairs, I’m going to have you get undressed. I’m going to spank you for being so bad and disappointing me today. Then I’m going to tie you down to the bed.
“Because you’ve been such a bad boy, I think you’ll need something more than my hand. You really hurt me with your foolish decision, and I think we might use my riding crop after all.”
Tom was practically drooling.
“I’m going to spank your ass, your thighs, and your cock,” Cypress went on, unflinching as he described every sinful act. “I’m going to remind you that you shouldn’t make decisions like this without talking to me first. Do you understand?”
“Yes, sir.”
“If you take your punishment like a good boy, I’ll let you come.” Cypress glanced over to the basket. “This actually looks great, by the way. I’m gonna go put it in the cooler, and I’ll meet you upstairs.”
“Really?” Tom beamed.
“Especially knowing you did it under, let’s say, extreme duress.” Cypress smiled, swatting at Tom’s dick as he got up. “Go on. I’ll be right there.”
