The man looked hopeful, and horny. As soon as he opened his mouth, to say anything, Gene disappointed him.
“And pick the lock.”
Son.
Of.
A.
Bitch.
That was not the last part he wanted to hear when it followed‘get on your knees’.
Open your mouth.
Swallow my cock.
Let me fuck your face…
They were the words he wanted, and his face must have shown the disappointment.
It amused his Top.
Greatly.
“Again, Tala, I’m going to be the one who decides the where and when. You’re not going to have that option. You wanted training, and I’m going to make you see what a bottom needs.”
Oh, Ethan knew what he needed and wanted.
It was pretty simple.
To.
Be.
Fucked.
Instead of saying anything, he got to his knees, and pulled out his wallet. Inside, there were the makings of a lock-picking kit.
As he played with the lock, he kept glancing up at his partner.
Oh, and Gene knew what he wanted. What Ethan didn’t understand was that he was inches from fucking his mouth, bending him over, and taking his ass.
Only, one of them had to have self-control, and it was almost neither of them at that point.
Instead of instant gratification, Gene wanted to surprise him.
And he knew what he would do.
Just not now.
“It’s open,” Ethan said, standing up once he’d finished the task at hand.
The whole time, Gene was trying not to be amused. His mate was so disappointed that he couldn’t get him to do something inappropriate.
Well, that was coming.
Bet.
