Scott could feel they were harder when he brushed his hands over them, pointier, and his stomach fluttered.
“Such a beautiful shade of pink. Such perfect little nipples.”
The fluttering in Scott’s stomach swapped to a swooping sensation, like he was in freefall on a rollercoaster. His skin flashed cold, then simmered with heat at Thomas’s praise.
“Pinch one,” Thomas said. “I don’t care which, pinch it, gently at first.”
Scott nipped his right bud, then released it.
“Again.”
Scott pinched.
“Again,” Thomas ordered with timber in his voice.
Scott shivered and rolled his fingertip over his nipple before trapping it between his thumb and finger.
“Harder, and for longer. Make it burn.”
Scott did as he was told, frowning as he kept his eyes shut. He was waiting, but he didn’t know what for until Thomas spoke again.
“Good, Scott, really good.”
It was the praise that made him shiver.
Oh God, that shouldn’t be happening.
He didn’t know what was happening. Thomas’s voice was something else, arousing and soothing at the same time.
“Like that, don’t you?”
Scott nodded. He didn’t understand it. They probably needed to have a sit-down to discuss the new development in their relationship –
“You love your nipples being pinched.”
And Scott did, it sent pleasant tingles south, but when paired with Thomas telling him he’d done good, those tingles reached his crotch and filled out his cock.
“Stop,” Thomas hissed.
Scott gasped, letting go of his nipple.
“Brush your hand up your throat, stroke your neck.”
When Scott swallowed, he found the lump that had been steadily growing there had gone. He ran his fingers along his neck, and beneath his jaw.
Thomas hummed, not happy with the results. Scott didn’t show any sensitivity there. He wasn’t a neck guy. It wasn’t a big deal.
“Try your fingertips,” Thomas said. “Dig them in a little, use your nails, scratch them up your neck towards your ear.”
Scott shivered as his nails bit into his skin. The side of his neck exploded with sensitivity, running a path of goosebumps right down his arm.
“There we go,” Thomas murmured. “The other side too.”
Scott’s nails had the same effect again, spreading a rush of awareness through his skin. The hairs on his arms lifted. His skin tightened, and he heard the beat of his heart getting louder.
“Use your hand like that down your body.”
Scott scratched his nails between his pecs down to his abs. He bit his lip at his body’s reaction, the unconscious shudder.
