“Fuck my life,” I muttered.
He chuckled again and gripped his shaft harder as my own cock filled, my imagination in full fast-forward mode, racing towards toy time. I didn’t realize I was even touching myself until he grunted at me.
“Put your hands behind your back, please, precious. You’re obstructing my view.”
“That’s mean.”
He smiled and ran a hand over his nipples, down his stomach, and lower until he could cup his own balls and play with them as he stroked himself.
I didn’t know how long it was going to take him to get off to me standing there, doing nothing but existing, but my own cock wasn’t super pleased with the denial. “I can suck you,” I offered. “It’ll be quicker.”
“I don’t need quick.”
“I do,” I whispered.
He grinned. “Oh, I know. Quick. Hard. Fast. Hurry. More.”
“Are we gonna be curling here, or fucking?”
“Keep it up and maybe neither.”
“Mean.”
His hand had picked up speed on his cock though, so I tilted my head to one side.
“If we’re not using any of my usual buzz words, what words are we using?”
“Slow,” he breathed, pulling his gaze up my body to meet my eyes. “Wait.”
I bit my lip.
“Tease.”
“You have no idea,” I promised.
He tightened his fingers around his balls and tugged them.
“What else?” I asked. “Soon? Breathe?” I licked my lips. “Hold on?”
A flush rose up his chest and his hand flew. “Silence,” he hissed.
I grinned as his body began to clench, first his legs, then his grip on his balls, and his breath caught.
“How about… now?”
He came with a guttural throat sound that made my cock twitch and my hole clench, because someday, I was going to hear that noise while he was behind me, buried to the hilt in my body, and it would be glorious.
Now, I watched the come spurt across his stomach and his eyes roll back and tried not to let my smugness show. I probably failed because he didn’t lie back and revel in his release, but almost immediately rolled to his feet, did up his jeans, grabbed the cock ring, and stalked over to me, come still glistening in the hair on his abdomen.
“You’re a brat,” he told me, like I didn’t already know that. He held out his hand, the cock ring nestled in his palm. “You going to say no to this?”
“I’ve never seen one like that.” I poked at where it widened on one side.
“Do you trust me?”
“Of course.”
His hands on me were clinical as he put the ring around my dick, but I could feel the heat of his breath on my face, and the warmth of his nearness. Once it was in place, I rested my palm against his chest. “Now what?”
