Before Daniel could protest, I released him and gave him a nudge toward his room. I doubted he wanted to lounge where others might walk in, given his current state. I had no idea how I was supposed to last the night without one or both of them in my arms.
I paused, curling my fingers around the edge of my doorframe.
“Hey Daniel,” I called out, waiting for him to look at me. I dragged my gaze slowly over his body, stopping at that enticing bulge. “If you’re serious about wanting to do this, leave that alone tonight.”
Daniel’s eyes widened comically. “There’s no way I’ll be able to sleep.”
“I doubt you’ll get much rest as it is,” I teased. “You’re going to be up half the night wondering what I have in store for tomorrow. But you’re not going to touch yourself, are you?”
He sucked his lower lip between his teeth and shook his head. Tonight would be the last time he’d get away with not using his words.
“Good. Sweet dreams.”
6
Daniel
Instead of wakingup to the sound of my alarm blaring, it was the throbbing pain between my legs that disrupted my sleep. I reached down to do something about the pressure, but my hand stilled less than an inch away from my cock.
Colin told me not to touch yourself.
Why in the hell was I even entertaining the idea of obeying him? That wasn't something I had ever considered in the past. Don't get me wrong, I had nothing but respect for the guys in the suite who were in power exchange relationships. I knew damn well it took a strong man in a healthy relationship to hand over that level of control, but it wasn't something I ever thought I would be interested in for myself.
I wasn't a fan of being told what to do. I wasn't as bad as Zach, but then I didn't think anyone pushed back against authority as hard as he did. Still, it was disconcerting that I couldn't do something as simple as rub one out in the morning just because someone I barely knew told me not to.
I kicked off the covers, determined to assert my independence. Colin wasn’t here. He didn’t have to know how the ideas he’d put into my head last night haunted my dreams. I’d gotten damn good at staying quiet when I jerked off so Zach wouldn’t get grossed out by being in the same room as a dude getting off. And furthermore, I hadn’t consented to a fucking thing with Colin. He had zero fucking right to tell me what to do.
So why did my stomach flip when I shoved a hand past the waistband of my boxers to cup my balls?
Because I wanted this. Now that he’d opened my eyes to what things could be like between us, I couldn’t stop thinking about it. And worse, I wanted Zach to be on board with it, too. It would be easier for everyone if Zach and I were simply obeying Colin. After last night, I had no doubt he was strong enough to stop us from overthinking every touch.
I closed my eyes and thought about what it would be like if I did give in. It wasn't like Colin expected me to kneel before him or let him bind and gag me while he used me until I was a writhing mess. So far, he hadn’t given any indication that he wanted anything more than for me to wait until tonight to come. If I did this, it only had to be for today.
And it wouldn’t even beall day. I needed to get my ass in gear soon, so I wasn’t late. I just needed a few more minutes to figure out how to keep my balls from turning a deep shade of blue.
I gave my nuts a squeeze, hoping that would ease some pressure. It didn't do a damn thing. I needed to forget about the bossy little shit on the other side of the wall and rub one out. But I didn't want to risk him knowing what I had done and making me wait even longer. And wasn't that a steaming heap of shit? He wasn't my master. He sure as fuck wasn't my Daddy. And yet, I didn't want to disappoint him.
I flopped onto my stomach, hoping the pressure would take care of my problem. That didn't help, either. Having my dick pinned between my body and the mattress tempted me to rut until I came in my pants. I rocked my hips back and forth, moaning at the blessed friction. I was so keyed up I wasn’t sure if it was pleasure or pain short-circuiting my brain, but I shivered as my sac drew tight to my body. It wouldn’t take more than a few—
“Come on, it's one fucking day,” I scolded myself. “You seriously can't go a single day without rubbing one out?”
“Would you shut the fuck up?” Zach's pillow thumped against the floor. “Some of us are trying to sleep here. And you're an idiot. If you need to get off, just rub one out. Pretend like I'm not even here.”
Yeah. Fat chance.Now that he was waking up, there was no way I could ignore his presence. I clenched my eyes shut, staying as quiet as possible in hopes he’d think I was talking in my sleep. Sure enough, his breathing evened out, signaling that he had gone back to sleep, allowing me to slip out of my bed. As I gathered my shower kit, my phone ping vibrated across the top of my desk. Who in the hell was texting me at this hour?
The sender’s number wasn't saved in my contacts, but that didn't mean there was any doubt in my mind who sent the message.Are you being a good boy?
I bristled at the term that had become all too common in our suite last year. I was nobody'sboyand Colin would do well to get that through his thick skull real fucking quick.
I’m not looking for a Daddy, I responded. If that was what he was hoping for, it was better to let him down before anything happened. We didn't need any sort of drama this year.
The three dots appeared at the bottom of the screen, indicating he was typing a message. They disappeared, but no message was sent. I held my breath as they started up again, then stopped. After the third time, I tossed my phone on the bed and stormed out of my bedroom.
With any luck, I would make it to the bathroom without any interruptions. I wasn't exactly feeling sociable this morning. As I washed myself, I considered the risk of jerking off where no one could hear me. This was getting ridiculous. I didn't owe him anything. But dammit, I didn't want to upset Colin and miss out on what he had teased me with last night.
I stilled when I heard the bathroom door open and quietly close. The sound of one of my roommates flipping open the lid of the toilet echoed too loudly through the room. I seriously needed to get my shit together. If I was this much of a nervous wreck all day, one of my buddies was going to call me out. If I was lucky, that’d mean cutting off a finger or two at the job site. Much worse, would be Chase figuring out I was popping boners over his little brother.
“So, I know this is probably really weird…” I jumped at the sound of Colin’s voice on the other side of the shower curtain. Usually, it wasn’t a huge deal to leave the door unlocked in case someone needed to take a piss while one of us showered. Today, all I could think was that I was naked, horny, and I was only separated from the man I wanted to do something about that problem by two thin sheets of plastic.
