That…that was possible?
Why did people write some of this stuff into books? And that…that….
Glancing down as a heat grew under the shorts I tossed on after my shower only made me even more confused. It wasn’t something that grew often as it was, but it twitched as I returned my focus to the book.
I was leaning towards Sabastian having a theme since the last couple of books I had read were more about people who enjoyed similar things as I did.
“This is…” I sighed, my eyes skimming the words as I tried to take them all in as quickly as I could.
I shifted, pulling my legs up a bit so the book could rest against my thighs.
Sucking harder on the paci, I felt a whole new kind of need start to grow as I went to the next page.
Were there other people out there that really liked this stuff? Was I just so messed up I found something like this so…captivating?
Sure, the other book had bottles and warm milk, and nice baths. Those weren’t bad, and something I wouldn’t mind at least trying. The baths Sabastian had given me were super nice. But this…this was entirely different.
I shifted again, not sure how to make the growing need, the growing heat, to simmer down. There was no way I was touching thethingdown there.
Would two dicks, both hard, feel good being rubbed together? What if there was a nice, warm hand wrapped around the both of us, holding our dicks together? His big, mine so tiny it’d be next to impossible to see.
But I could imagine the feeling. It’d be warm, warmer than that, possibly. And soft. And with a hand holding me and other together…..
“Whatcha reading there, little one?”
I yelped, actually nearly screamed, as I slammed the book shut.
Shoot!
Why hadn’t I heard him come in? What time was it? Did I lose track of time?
I looked at Sabastian, wide-eyed as he stood not too far away. My heart was in my throat, but at least it made a different need go away.
Or maybe not.
The slightest movement told me more than enough. I was slightly hard, the shorts rubbing along to top of my penis.
“Sorry. I thought you heard me come in. Dixie did.”
The traitor dog was sniffing his socked foot.
“I didn’t hear you.” My voice was rough, not having spoken for a while. Glancing down at my lap, I saw the paci sitting there, having fallen out when the man had scared me.
“What are you reading? Must be a good book.”
Uh….I wasn’t planning to let him catch me a second time reading a book that I wasn’t meant to read. So, slowly, I slipped it down to the floor beside me and the wall.
“Oakley,” he warned, crossing his arms and raising a brow.
“A book?”
He held out a hand, giving me no choice but to hand it over. With my heart in my gut and a huge sigh, I pulled the book up and handed it over, back facing upwards.
He made a humming noise, turning it over in his hands as I dropped my eyes to my bent knees.
He wasn’t supposed to be home yet, darn it.
“When did you take this book?”
