“No, I stopped a creep from creeping on you. I saved you.” I pointed at him. “You should be thanking me.”
“You’recreeping on me!”
I leaned closer and his breath caught, even though there was absolutely no way for me to get to him right now. “No, I’m just trying to figure out what’s under those pants.”
He glared and shifted around in his seat.
“Come be my bitch again. I want it. You want it.”
He looked out through the windshield, jaw tight. He was so close to listening to me that I could almost sink my teeth into it... or his solid, muscled ass. I hadn’t gotten to do even a fraction of what I wanted with his body. Disappointment slammed me as his car eased forward. He was shaking his head as he went, but again, he hadn’t told me to fuck off. That meant I could try again later.
Chuckling under my breath, I pointed the Lexus toward Vert Island and my parents’ house. I’d never bothered to move out because why would I? It was nicer than anything I could ever hope to get for myself, even if they would’ve paid for something else, and besides, I didn’t mind living with them.
The solid wooden gate was open when I arrived home, but that wasn’t unusual. Papa hated to keep out guests, even if none were scheduled to arrive. I turned in and took the trip along the lane that acted as our driveway. Sunshine bathed the front of our tan stone house situated on a small hill, which Dad described as “a quaint lakeside cottage” when he was talking to his friends. The steeply angled slate roof added to the old-fashioned image. While our home was smaller than a lot of the estates on Vert Island, it was still large enough to require a team of people to clean it and care for the lawn, dock, and boathouse. Lake Ontario glittered to the right, not far off. I pulled to a stop near the cobblestone front path, rather than parking in the garage.
When I got inside, my parents’ voices carried from the direction of the kitchen and echoed against the wooden beams that made up the ceiling of the stone front hall. I snuck up the winding staircase because I had a nice semi going on from thinking about the way Flynn had been responding to me.
He’d wanted to have me in his ass again.
He’d wanted to be my dirty, good boy.
My bitch.
Jury gave me wide eyes as I passed him in the hall on the way to my room, and I refused to acknowledge it. Maybe I had enough wood that I was obscene right now, but I’d seen him in the same shape more than once, and I would bring it up loudly if the jerk was dumb enough to mention it later. I closed my bedroom door and locked it, dumping my backpack on the floor. I didn’t even bother taking my shoes off, only unbuckled, unzipped, and flopped onto my king-size bed. The thick green quilt was comfortable under my back. I snagged the lube out from where I had tucked it inside the spotless white case covering my favorite fluffy pillow, slicked up my palm, and wasted no time.
With Flynn’s flushed face in my mind—he would look just as good when I fucked an orgasm out of him—I tugged up my T-shirt. My load blew all over my abs in less than five minutes with me gasping at the rush of pleasure. I wiped my hands on the quilt and leaned forward just far enough to grab my phone out of my pants pocket. It took me a few tries to get a good angle that only included my abs and the shirt yanked up my chest—along with the big load of pearly, creamy cum.
I sent the pic to Flynn.
Judge:Your fault. I imagined you in black boxer briefs. Was I right?
Some time went by, and I didn’t think he was going to answer, but then my phone vibrated and I picked it up.
Flynn:They were green.
My excitement at getting a real answer had my heart pumping too fast.
Judge:Tell me something. How did someone like you end up with a man who wears a Van Dyke beard? He looks like an evil-universe version of someone.
Flynn:I can’t imagine what sort of invasion of my privacy allowed you to have that information.
I twisted my phone around and tried to decide what tone he might’ve used if he’d delivered those snarky words in person, but in the end I shrugged.
Judge:I’m right. He looks like a dick.
Flynn:I won’t be negative about my ex. That is childish.
Judge:Tell me I’m right.
I grinned and went to wash my hands and clean up in the bathroom connected to my room. I had my pants back on and felt less like a walking hard-on by the time I toed my shoes off and flopped on the bed again. My phone vibrated.
Flynn:You’re right.
I stared at the words and my dick twitched.Holy fuck.Why was it so hot that he’d done exactly what I’d said? I would never fucking understand whatever it was inside me that wanted to have a man... obey. But he had. I let out a long breath.
Judge:Tell me you’ll let me take you out tomorrow night.
Flynn:I can’t.
