Sean swallowed, but answered me like the good boy I could tell he wanted to be for me. “If I can’t… can’t get my… my… my thing to go down after I wake up,” he said, breath stuttering a little, “then I… I...”
He trailed off, biting that pretty lip again with his face flushed a gorgeous shade of fuck-me pink. His breath was coming hard and fast now, and when I ground against him, holding him in place right where I wanted him, he didn’t resist me atall... which was such a fucking turn-on I almost came in my shorts. If he actually thought he could get away with teasing me and not finishing that sentence, though…
Although maybe—and at the thought, I had to let go of him and grab my dick just to keep it in check—maybe, since I knew how eager he always was to let me boss him around, he was waiting for me tomakehim finish it.
“Tell me what you do when you wake up,” I said as his eyes tracked my hand and stayed locked on my package as I gripped it through my shorts.
I would have stroked it for his viewing pleasure, but that might have ended things a little too soon.
Sean leaned toward me like he couldn’t help himself, face fuckingmesmerized, and I let go of my dick to push him back against the wall again, this time just with my hand instead of a full-body press since I honestly didn’t think my dick could take that kind of proximity at the moment without going off.
“You gonna make me keep repeating myself, sweetheart?” I asked, my balls fuckingachingfrom the hot way he was still staring at my junk. “What do you do if your cock stays hard after you wake up from one of your dirty dreams, Sean?”
His eyes snapped up to mine, and he fuckingwhimpered. Hottest sound I’d ever heard.
He swallowed, then gave me what I wanted.
“I roll over onto my stomach,” he whispered, the confession obviously embarrassing him and exciting him at the same time, “And then I… I use my bed, and I, um…”
He really did like it when I took charge, didn’t he?Loveddoing what I told him. The more I pushed him, the harder his cock got. So fucking pretty, the sight of that stiff little rod starting to thicken before my eyes, pressing against the denim of his jeans and begging to be set free with every word he forced himself to say for me in that breathless, innocent voice of his.
“You rub off on your mattress?” I guessed when his voice trailed off again. “Hump your own bed?”
Sean blushed even harder, nodding. “I know I shouldn’t, but sometimes I… Ihaveto.”
“You have to, huh? You get yourself that worked up thinking about dirty, sexy things?”
He nodded, practically panting as his hands started to twitch and flail a little like he didn’t quite know what to do with them. I grabbed them, pulling them up over his head and locking both his wrists in place against the wall.
“Dirty boy,” I purred, the hot blush that flooded his face again making me want to spin him around and fuck him straight through the wall. “How often?” I pushed. “You do this every night?”
He shook his head. “N-n-no,” he stuttered, and why I found that nervous stutter of his hot I couldn’t have explained. “Just… just sometimes,” he went on in a whisper. “Like when… when…”
I gripped his chin with my free hand, running my thumb over his lips, and his words disappeared in a needy little gasp.
I grinned, hot and feral. I’d never gotten so physical with him before, but did he object to having my hands on him? Did he have a problem with me restraining him like this? Holding him in place? Taking charge? Hell, no. If I was reading my boy right—and I was just cocky enough to be pretty damn sure Iwas—it was ramping him up just as much as it was doing to me.
I licked my lips, tempted beyond belief to taste his but wanting to hear just how dirty his nighttime activities got first. “Tell me about the last time you got yourself off by fucking your mattress.”
His mouth opened and closed for a moment with no sound coming out, face so red it looked combustible.
Sexy. As. Fuck.
“Come on now,” I prompted him. “You’re going to tell me what I want, aren’t you, baby? I know you like being good for me.”
He nodded, head bobbing up and down like a puppet on a string. That’s right. Pretty little Seanlovedmaking me happy, didn’t he? And not gonna lie, it was a rush.
He swallowed, Adam’s apple bobbing, then said, “Um, it was… was last week. When you walked out of the shower after you got back from the gym, and you were all wet and had that towel wrapped around your hips…”
Both his breath and his words were coming faster and faster, and that bulge in his pants? Oh, hell yeah. It was definitely growing.
Fuck. Mine was, too. He was telling me that he’d had to rub one out because ofme.
I tightened my grip on his wrists and looked down at myself, running my free hand down my chest, then back and forth over the hard ridges of the six-pack I’d worked my ass off for. I was cut and knew it, and even though I kinda wished I was shirtless for my boy’s viewing pleasure right now, I knew he could still see some good definition through the sleeveless tee I had on.
And sure enough, his eyes followed my hand hungrily.
“You’re saying you like this, Sean?” I asked, my voice dropping low and husky as I wondered why I’d never caught him looking before. Guess he’d been trying to be good. Trying to keep his interest to himself. Now that I knew, though… “You get all hot and bothered thinking of me? Watching me? Dreaming about me, babe?”
