“No, you’re not getting off yet.” I scowled at him. That didn’t sound like fun at all. Except, it also sort of did. Owen dictating when I could come was hot as hell, as long as he wasn’t planning on making me go to bed all needy. “You’re thinking again. Tell me what’s running through your head, boy.”
“I…” I wasn’t sure how to explain this without sounding crazy. “I want to come, but don’t want to, all at the same time.” Owen moved his leg far enough that my balls rested on the top of his boot. Again, this would be filed away under shit that shouldn’t be as hot as it was.
“You want to come, but you also want to wait until you’re given permission?” Owen guessed. He lifted his foot off the floor, moving it back and forth, and I chased the sensation of hard, cold leather on my sensitive skin. “You’re dying for it, but you want to be a good boy too, and that means waiting until I say you can.”
“Yes, Sir,” I responded breathlessly.
“That’s what I like to hear.” He caressed my cheek, peering down at me with such pure love it unsettled me. This was so much harder to process than just sex, despite the earlier declarations of love. “Now, get condoms.”
Well, that put a damper on things. Now, he was going to know just how long I’d been suffering through this dry spell. It took everything in me to keep from burying my face in my hands so Owen wouldn’t see how I’d turned beet red. I cleared my throat a few times before pointing to the nightstand, still struggling to make words.
I thought my embarrassment couldn’t get any worse, but Owen proved me wrong when he held the foil packet up to the light to read the fucking expiration date. He shrugged before ripping it open. My heart sank, thinking about him sheathing himself, depriving me of his cum.
My heart raced when Owen pulled a knife out of his pocket. This was so far past my limit I couldn’t even see the line. I tried to come up with the words that would tell him that wasn’t my style without pushing him away, but my mind went blank as the light from the lamp glinted off the blade.
Owen pulled an alcohol wipe out of the drawer, his eyes never leaving mine as he cleaned both sides of the steel. As he meticulously wiped it down, he began to speak. “I’d ask if you have toys hiding somewhere, but I’m pretty sure I know the answer. I’ll bet you’ve looked at them on your laptop in the dark, maybe even gotten off thinking about them, but you let shame wash over you before you could finish the purchase. Am I right?”
I nodded, sucking my bottom lip between my teeth. No way in hell was I telling him how close he was to the truth. It was a sick fascination, browsing sites and filling my cart, only to abandon it before hitting the purchase button.
“We’ll fix that soon enough,” he promised me. He ripped open the condom, pushing against the end of it with his finger until it stuck out from the rolled latex. Even though it was an empty, inanimate object, I winced as Owen held it up and pierced the rubber with his blade.
He looked down at me, quirking an eyebrow as if expecting me to question him. I kept my mouth shut, curious to know where this was leading. Owen smiled, and another piece of my heart melted. I wanted him to look at me like that every day.
Owen kneeled in front of me. It felt wrong. I wanted him hovering again, missing feeling like he was in control of me. My eyes widened as he hooked his fingers inside the destroyed condom, stretching it wide. “You’ve been waiting all day to come, so I figured I’d be nice and help you be my good boy tonight.”
He didn’t need to explain his plans as the condom neared my dick. I might have been sheltered compared to him, but I did have some imagination. I pursed my lips tightly as his hands neared my body. I temporarily forgot how to breathe when the makeshift ring clamped down around the base of my cock. That was definitely one way to keep from coming. The pain almost edged out the pleasure, but not quite.
“Thank you, Sir.” I clenched my eyes shut and breathed through the discomfort. Using a mutilated condom as a makeshift cock ring wasn’t something I’d have associated with care before tonight, but that’s exactly what this was. Owen knew I needed to please him and he was making that possible.
He seemed taller when he gracefully rose to his feet, but that likely had something to do with the fact I wasn’t used to being on my knees for anyone. I looked up at him, my body still, other than my twitching dick.
“Undress me,” he demanded, even as he slipped his hands under the hem of his shirt. “I’ll help because I like seeing you down there for me, knowing I’m the only man you’ve knelt for. Get my boots and my jeans, boy.”
“Yes, Sir.”
Owen stilled, and I wondered if he was trying to wrap his head around this being our new reality. I lifted his boot to my knee so I could untie it, earning myself a wicked smile as a reward. I was so turned on my fingers didn’t want to work. I fumbled with the laces, cursing him for double knotting them. “The quicker you get me out of these clothes, the sooner I can feed you my cock. You’re going to suck me dry so I can get you ready for me while I recover. Then, I’m going to make love to you, nice and slow.”
That was all the incentive I needed. I took a deep breath to steady myself and focused all my attention on getting Owen out of his clothes.
CHAPTERELEVEN
OWEN
Tyler was filledwith surprises tonight. Playing with him and exploring his limits was going to be fun. But that wasn’t happening tonight. I wanted time to think about what I could do to him, and my brain was barely hanging on with his cock leaking between his legs and the desperation in his eyes every time he looked up at me.
And hearing him call me Sir, even after I made it clear that wasn’t expected? That was something that would stick with me for a long ass time.
“Such a good boy,” I praised him when he managed to untie and slip my boots off my feet. He straightened to work the button on my jeans. I rested my hands on his shoulders to steady him. He leaned forward, inhaling deeply. “That’s it, sweetheart. Keep going and you’ll get a taste.”
He was going to get a hell of a lot more than that. It would be a miracle if he didn’t get an explosion of cum down his throat the second he wrapped his lips around my shaft. I prided myself on having great stamina, but that wasn’t even a thought for this first round. I’d show him that as I fucked him, dragging him closer and closer to the edge before taking his hand and leaping.
As Tyler shoved my jeans down my legs, I took my cock in my hand, giving it a couple slow, loose strokes. When he looked up at me, I held the base with one hand and cupped the back of his neck with the other. “You’ve been so good for me this weekend, so brave. I think it’s time for you to claim your reward.”
Tyler’s mouth fell open as I stepped forward, spreading my legs so my cock was at mouth level. If I made him wait much longer, his resolve would snap and he’d lunge at me. While that could be fun, again, it wasn’t something I wanted to test tonight.
“Are you ready for me to fuck your mouth? I’m not going to take it easy on you.” He didn’t want easy. I was quickly learning that Tyler was desperate to go hard, no matter what we were doing. When I was too tender, he shied away from me. Tyler nodded, sticking his tongue out, waiting for me to move. “Keep your mouth open until I tell you. I want to watch my dick disappearing into your throat.”
Tyler swallowed hard but immediately offered me his mouth again. I toyed with him for a moment, sliding the tip of my dick over his tongue before pulling out. Going a bit further on the next thrust and then retreating. Tyler’s brow furrowed as he grew impatient. Finally, I had mercy on my boy. “This time, I want to feel your lips wrapped around me. Your mouth is so hot and wet, it’s going to feel like heaven when you suck me hard.”
