Fuck.
In some ways, it’slike he’s a twin to Ellen.
But he’s not her.
He’s not evenaher.
Casey leans forward and turns, her legs together now and closing off that sight, unfortunately. “Now then, gentlemen. New world order, so to speak. Take him home and do whatever you want to him tonight, George. We’ll talk tomorrow over lunch in your office. You need condoms?”
I start to say no but realize I don’t know if I haveany left. We took what we had with us, and—
I swallow hard when the screaming wants to return, but I stay anchored to his brown gaze and the feel of his lips and tongue on my fingers. Hell, he’s cleaned all his cum off my hand already, but I make him lick each finger again just because it feels so damned good.
And I don’t want to let go of him yet.
Thank god his eyes are brown and not green.
“Yes, please,” I say. “And lube.”
“Done, and done.” She gets up and retrieves her panties from the floor, sliding them on. “You’re going to need to let go of the boy and go clean up if you want to take him home and fuck his brains out. Unless you want tongues wagging because you’ve marched him downstairs butt naked.” She heads into the bathroom.
Ican’tlet him go yet. We stand there staringinto each other’s eyes, and I see the moment when his brains finally drop back into his head enough that he’s actually processing and not caught too far up in subspace.
We’re past the point of consent, I suppose, but I ask it anyway. “Yes to tonight?” I whisper.
He nods. “Yes, Sir,” he whispers back. “Please.”
I caress his lips with my thumb. “You are soooo fucked right now. You realize that,right?”
I feel better when one corner of his mouth quirks in a smile. “I think webothare, Sir.”
