He started nodding vigorously. “You’re… you’re so sexy, Tyson,” he whispered.
“And you’re so fucking pretty, baby.”
Sean whimpered. Fuckingwhimpered. And a wet spot started to grow right over the tip of his cock, soaking through the denim.
“Jesus,” I said, watching it darken and spread. His hard little cock must be leaking like a faucet. “You’re ready to go, aren’t you? Just from… looking?”
I hadn’t even touched him. Not yet. Not anywhere that counted.
Sean’s fading blush deepened again. “I’m sorry, Tyson.”
I grinned. “Don’t be. It’s hot.” His eyes snapped up to meet mine again. “Do you want to do something about it, pretty thing?”
His eyes widened, that pretty mouth of his falling open as short, panting breaths spilled out of it. He shook his head. Then he nodded. Then he gave me one of those cock-hardening little whimpers again, the ones that I swear to Jesus meantplease, Tyson, justmakeme.
Oh, I could definitely work with that. “Do you want to try touching yourself again?” I asked. “Right here, with me?”
Sean’s eyes dropped to the floor. “I can’t,” he said softly, trembling a little.
I leaned in, liking that answer more than I should. Although what I liked even more? The way that trembling of his got even stronger as I dipped down to whisper in his ear… the way his breath started to come a little faster… the way he pressed back against the tight hold I still had on his wrists, not like he wanted to break free, but like he couldn’t help leaning into me, too.
“Do you want me to help you, baby?” I asked, my lips ghosting over his skin with the words.
He froze, not even breathing. Then he nodded, just the barest tilt of his chin.
“Do you want me to touch you?”
“Oh, God,” he gasped, sucking in air like he’d just remembered that breathing was a thing. Then he nodded again—an eager, bobbing, oh-so-enthusiastic version this time. “Please, Tyson.”
I skimmed one hand down his chest, starting to learn the shape of him. “Can I take off your shirt, sugar?”
His nodding never let up, eyes going wider.
I released his wrists and did it, tossing the shirt aside and then securing his hands above his head again just because it was hot as fuck that he let me restrain him like that.
No, not “let” me… helikedit.
“Jesus, you’re so fucking pretty,” I said, since it was nothing but the truth. He was all smooth, pale skin over a compact, perfectly shaped body that looked like some kind of art sculpture or something.
I ran a hand over his slim chest, tweaking one of his nipples, and he made the most deliciously decadent sound I’d ever heard, his head falling back to thump against the wall as that hard cock of his visibly jerked in his pants. So fucking gorgeous. So fuckingresponsive. I did it again, going for the other nipple, and his hips thrust forward, humping the air as his head snapped upright again, eyes widened with desperation.
“Please,” he panted. “Please, Tyson. Please pleaseplease—”
“Easy,” I said, my own cock throbbing hard. “I’ll take care of you.”
“O-o-okay,” he stuttered, eyes still wide and trusting as they stayed locked on my face.
I left his hair-trigger nipples alone and skimmed my hand down his body, and the way his skin quivered and jumped under my hand was a power trip and a half.
Jesus, he could probably come just from me teasing him like this… but me? Hate to say it, but it might take even less for me at this point. If sweet little Sean was going to keep on reacting like I was his own personal sex god…fuck. Not gonna lie, I could probably come just from touching him.
I slid my fingers under the waistband of his jeans and skimmed them back and forth across the taut skin of his stomach. “I’m going to unzip your pants now, baby. You okay with that?”
He moaned, his eyelids dropping to half-mast.
“I’m gonna take that as a yes,” I said with a surge of satisfaction.
His head fell back, hips thrusting forward as he nodded.
