Oliver is inmybed.
His pants are shoved down and he has his cock in his hand, and he moans a little, shocked when he sees me.
And god, those freckles.
There aren’t even that many, but the way they’re dotted along the smooth planes of his taut muscle fucking drives me crazy every time.
The moment I see him, I want to put my tongue on every inch of him.
But I hold back.
I keep control.
“The fuck are you doing?” I ask him in a low tone.
He’s drunk.
He has a defiant look in his eyes, and he keeps stroking his cock even though I caught him red-handed.
“I have to come. Fuck you for doing whatever the hell you were doing to me on that couch downstairs. I just need tocomeand I’ll finally be able to think straight.”
“Hand off your cock. Now.”
He moans louder and it’s so good I almost want to take mercy on him again.
Almost.
“Niko,” he whispers.
“You’ll come,” I assure him. “When I want you to.”
“But I was so goddamn close,” he tells me, his words coming out in a soft whine.
“I need you downstairs right now. We have to be seen together, remember?”
“We can be seen together after I get off.”
All I have to do is look at him.
I don’t say another word.
I wait there, silently, holding his gaze for a few beats. I look down at his cock, hard and pink and aching there in his hand, and the temptation is practically unbearable.
But when I look back up at his eyes again he just sighs, then slides his hand away from his perfect dick.
It’s a tragedy to watch it disappear behind his boxer briefs and pants as he shoves it away, zipping up, but the fact that he’s doing what I told him is enough of a pleasure on its own.
“That’s better,” I tell him.
“Go fuck yourself.”
I hum with pleasure, watching as he crosses the room, walking a little weird at first because his cock is still too hard.
“Deciding to be my boyfriend wasyouridea,” I tell him, and as he heads for the door, I squeeze his ass with my hand. “Did you stuff your face up against my pillow while you were trying to make yourself come?”
He shoves me back onto the wall.
He gets in close to my face, hovering a couple of inches from my lips.
