“Nah, sounds like a you problem.”
“So rude, puppy,” I said, standing up and flipping him onto the bed, then gracefully grabbing his hands and gently pinning them above his head, enjoying the shocked and awed look on Danny’s face. And the way his cock was already starting to get hard again.
The recovery time of a twenty-four-year-old was no joke.
Fuck, he was going to kill me if I tried to keep up.
“I really ought to teach you some manners,” I continued. “Maybe not even let you come at all.”
“You can’t stop me. I bet I could come without touching myself.”
“Is that a challenge, puppy? Do you want to test that theory?”
Danny’s cocky expression flickered for a second, like he’d been expecting me to say something else. Maybe get him to show off for me.
I could work with that.
“Maybe? Depends. If I can’t come like that, will I get to come another way?”
“No.”
“What? That’s fucking rude.”
“No, that’s called a consequence.”
“But I don’t want consequences. I wanna get what I want.” He looked so fucking indignant as he squirmed under me, trying to get out of my grip. He spread his legs and tried to wrap them around me, obviously hoping he could flip us back over. But I hadn’t been born yesterday, and I’d dealt with brats before.
“I want doesn’t get, puppy. It doesn’t matter how much of a brat you are.”
Confusion registered on his face for a second and he tilted his head, his mullet flopping to the side, reminding me of lopsided puppy ears. “I’m not a brat.”
“Yes, you are. The pouting, the whining, the demanding—you’re absolutely a brat.” I smirked. “Luckily, I find it adorable.”
“If you find it that adorable, you should let me come.”
“Why?”
“’Cos how will I know how I feel about having sex with you if we don’t have sex? It’s not like a one-time thing. We’ve gotta test out lots of options. See what works best. Also, I might be shit at it, so how am I gonna get better if I don’t practice?”
I raised an eyebrow. “Are you really going to throw yourself under the bus and use ‘you might be shit at sex’ as a reason to get what you want?”
“Yeah, if it gets me what I want. Why wouldn’t I?”
“I’m not sure if I should be impressed by your willingness to admit your lack of sexual skills or if it’s more pity or if I should be upset that you’re trying to manipulate me.”
“It’s not manipulation,” Danny said. “Not really.”
“Next thing you’ll be doing is puppy-dog eyes and looking sad,” I said with amusement. I shouldn’t have been thinking about giving in, but I knew I was going to because Danny was too cute to resist. Saying no to him would be impossible.
“Will that get me what I want?”
“No.”
“Then let’s stick to pity,” he said, wiggling underneath me so I could feel his erection through my trousers. “Please, Ezra, I want more. Make me come?”
CHAPTER FIFTEEN
Danny
