“Would I be allowed to come?”
He chuckles. “Who do your orgasms belong to?”
“You, Sir.” Right, silly question. Would a device like that, combined with orgasm control, be heaven or torture? Only one way to find out. “I’d need my hands free.”
“That could be arranged. I’m not suggesting we use all these things right away.” He blushes. “I’m getting carried away, aren’t I?”
“A little, but it’s hot. My mind’s whirling with all the possibilities, and I’m so turned on right now.” I move his arm from around my shoulder and press his palm against my erection.
He squeezes and strokes my dick through my jeans for a few moments.
“I’m hard for you, Sir.” For him. Because of him.
“We’re almost done, and then I’ll give you some relief.”
He adds the high-tech masturbator to the cart and finds a cock ring.
“You don’t need that, Sir.”
“You don’t want me to last longer, beautiful?”
I chew the inside of my cheek for a moment. Can I say yes if he’s the one suggesting it?
“That’s what I thought.” He adds it to the cart and checks everything out.
I cover my eyes so I don’t see the final price. I wouldn’t have bought this much at once while I had a job. Admittedly living near London and having to commute into it each day gobbled up the majority of my wage, but even so. Kyle is spending a crazy amount of money. On me. On us. I can barely wrap my head around it.
He puts the laptop down, turns, and pushes me so I’m lying on the sofa. He undoes my jeans. “I’m going to make you come so hard, gorgeous.”
“Thank you, Sir.”
He makes good on his promise, sucking me off until I empty my balls down his throat. Afterwards, he remembers the meal waiting on the side and puts it into the oven. My brain is too addled to have even thought about it. It’s the perfect state to be in while he cuddles me and reads more ofNeuromancer.We’re almost at the end of the book. I’m enjoying it more than I thought I would and not just because his voice is dreamy.
I sit at the table and chat with him while he eats. We trade stories about our days. He and his team are making good progress in building the school. He washes up while I embrace him from behind, my cheek pressed against his back, my arms around his waist.
Afterwards, we cuddle on the sofa, and Kyle reads the end of the book to me. I don’t understand the ending. Something about two AIs merging and becoming the matrix.
“It’s your turn to read to me, pretty boy. I want to listen to your favourite book.” Kyle kisses my hair.
“Not tonight.”
He laughs. “I have a different plan.”
“Mm, I think I’m going to like this plan.”
“I think so too.”
He carries me to his room and fucks me missionary style, his gaze boring into mine. Afterwards, we cuddle and talk late into the night. He has to get up early for work, so he drives me home. We make out in the car for several minutes before I reluctantly get out and head inside. My parents are asleep, so there’s no one to grill me about my evening.
I collapse into bed, happiness making my cheeks ache. He’s amazing. What did I do to deserve a guy like Kyle? My chest squeezes until it’s hard to breathe. My smile turns upside down. This thing between us is temporary. Friends with benefits for as long as I’m in Leeds. How long will that be? A week? A month? I suck in a shuddering breath. However long it ends up being, it has to be long enough.
I can see Arthur sitting on my desk. I haven’t sent Kyle a proof of life photo since I’ve been home. I’ve been too wrapped up in him. I sit up, zoom my phone camera in on the cactus, and take a photo. It’s a bit fuzzy, but I send it to Kyle anyway.
Kyle
I just got home. Arthur is looking fit and healthy.
I’m doing my best to keep him alive.
