Sean’s eyes widened, the surprise on his face doing something weird to my insides. Who the fuck had the boy had in his life up until now, that he actually thought the answer to my purely fucking rhetorical question might actually beyes?
Didn’t matter. He hadmenow… and fuck the dangers of the minefield. I’d navigate that fucker just fine, thank you very much.
I slid my hand down his arm, all the way to the hand that his mama had fucked with. His right one, I figured, since I knew he was right-handed like me. I lifted it up, sort of petting it between mine, and set him straight on the issue. “The answer’s no, baby. Also known ashellto the no. You’re not going anywhere yet.”
“Um,” he said, his cheeks pinking up in exactly the way that always made me imagine doing dirty things to him. “Okay.”
“I can’t believe she did that to you, sweetheart,” I said, trying to soften my own voice enough that it didn’t sound like I was ready to go medieval on someone’s ass. “You know that’s straight-up abuse, right? Please tell me someone CPS’d her ass for that shit.”
“No,” he said quietly. “But at least I don’t have to live there anymore. I like it a lot better here with you.”
Oh… shit. That last part had come with one of those shy smiles of his that instantly activated my cock. He was looking up at me through his lashes like some kind of debauch-the-innocents porn teaser, sort of hopeful and uncertain and way too fucking trusting as he just laid himself bare for me simply because I’d asked, and suddenly I knewexactlyhow the rest of the night was gonna go.
I stopped petting his hand and really looked at it, and yeah, I could see it now. Some scarring around his knuckles. A slight bend to a couple of his fingers like maybe they hadn’t healed straight. Fucking Christ. If I’d thought those tears earlier had been bad, this was fucking unbearable. I needed to fix it the only way I knew how. And the best cure after a fall was to get back on the horse, right?
“So, now you can’t…?” I asked, flipping his hand over so it rested palm-up in mine and tracing my finger down the center of it.
“No,” he whispered, shivering deliciously at my touch. “I’ve tried, but I just… I can’t… I can’t touch my…” He swallowed, looking down at his hand where it rested in mine. “I feel sick if I try, and I can’t, um, I can’t stay hard if I touch it.”
His fingers curled, closing loosely around mine, and why the fuck his confession suddenly hadmehard as a rock I didn’t want to think too hard about. Of course I hated what had happened to him—it was sick and twisted and horrible—but the same part of me that got off on how much he liked to please me around the house, how quick and eager he always was to jump up and obey my slightest whim… yeah,thatfucked-up part of me really liked the idea that he couldn’t get himself off. Liked even more the idea that I could be the one to do it for him.
“So... you can’t touch your own dick,” I said, my voice pure sex because yeah, feelings or not, I was still a fucking manwhore and couldn’t help it.
And not gonna lie, just saying it out loud like that made my cock swell even more, had it twitching and jerking with excitement. It was like my own words were somehow strokingmydick. Jesus, I was twisted, but no denying that even though thereasonmade me rage, the reality that he’d had to wait… may have been frustrated and wanting this whole time… that his cock had gotten hard—hard forme—and there was nothing he could do about it unless I helped him… yeah,thatidea was hot as hell.
Sean’s eyes dropped down to look as if pulled to my cock by my thoughts alone, and fuck if I didn’t thicken even more when he sucked in a short, shallow breath as he saw how hard I was. There was no missing it. I was straight-up tenting my shorts like my happy stick wanted to bust right out and get to him—which it most definitely did, for the record—and it leaped for joy when those pretty eyes of his widened, his hand tightening in a quick spasm around the finger I was still using to tease the center of his palm.
Moment of truth, was he gonna call me out on being a sick freak or beg for a taste of what I was dying to give him?
Sean pulled his lower lip into his mouth, working it between his teeth for a moment, then looked back up at me with big eyes, his expression practically begging me to tell him what he could do for me… how he could please me… exactly what it would take for him to make me happy.
Oh, baby. I could do that. I could definitely do that.
“So it’s been years since you’ve come, sweetness? Years since that cock of yours has gotten the kind of attention it needs?”
But… no?
His blush deepened and he shook his head.
“Idostill… still… um,” he said in a whisper, stumbling over his words as if he couldn’t bring himself to say anything dirty. “I… I have dreams at night sometimes. And they—” his voice dropped to mere breath, eyes still locked on mine, “—they excite me, Tyson.”
My throat went dry.Hefucking excited me. That little confession shouldn’t have sounded sexy at all, just basic Puberty 101, but thinking about it, him right across the hall from me at night...
“So you come in your sleep, baby?” I asked, gravel in my throat.
“No,” he said, breath hitching. Then, “It’s after I wake up.”
...across the hall, maybe while I had my hand wrapped around my own dick, lying there hot and bothered as he tried to be quiet. As he tried to be good. As he reached down to touch himself, maybe thinking of me, and—
No. Wait. Hecouldn’ttouch himself. So how did he…?
“Tell me what you do,” I growled, crowding close as I demanded an answer.
My cock was literally aching, and I couldn’t have kept distance between us if I’d tried. All this word-porn was hot, but my days of keeping my hands off him wereover, and when Sean’s back bumped into the wall behind him, I just kept right on coming. I was looming over him and gettingallllllllllllup in his personal space, but he didn’t offer a word of protest. Of course he didn’t, because he was fucking perfect. He just stood there and let me manhandle him like a boss, still looking up at me like I was doing him a favor or something. Like he was a little bit grateful and a whole lot amazed just to have my attention in the first place.
Fuck, he had no idea just how much of my attention he’d had since day one, did he?
“Tell me, baby,” I repeated, pinning him against the wall. “What do you do when you wake up hard and horny and desperate to come?”
