“I’m going to play with you while you woo Shane,” I murmured into his ear, leaving soft kisses up the side of his throat. “But you can’t come, okay? If you get close, you have to tell me.”
“Wh-what?”
“You heard me.” I bit down gently where his neck met his shoulder, and he groaned, rocking his hips in my lap.
“Fuck,”I hissed, wrapping my hand around his already hard cock and giving him a firm squeeze. “So hard for me already.”
“Jay…” he whimpered, and I huffed out a laugh.
“Start playing, baby. Focus.”
“‘Kay,” he whispered, and I kissed his neck again as I began to gently stroke him.
He wiggled in my lap, grinding the crotch of my pants against my already throbbing cock, and I bit back a groan.
This wasn’t about me and my pleasure. This was about Milo.
I wanted to fuck him so bad, but I wanted him to bebeggingme to do it by the time we got around to it. As he took control of our character and set off to harvest some hot peppers for Shane, I wondered idly how many times I would need to bring him to the edge before he was begging the way I wanted.
His hard cock felt like velvet in my palm, and I lost myself in the feel of it as I methodically rolled my hand up and down his length, paying close attention to the way his body reacted.
I quickly learned that a slight twist on my upstroke, followed by a light brush of my thumb over his crown, drove him fucking crazy.
“Jay…” he panted, his naked body literally quivering in my lap.
“Shhh, baby. Focus. Bring Shane his peppers,” I murmured in his ear, intentionally teasing him with my breath as I worked him a little faster.
“I’mtrying,just…frick,that feelsgood…”
A burst of cute aggression exploded through my chest at his refusal to use an actual curse word, causing me to squeeze his cock firmly in my palm.
He yelped and moaned as I went back to gently stroking him. I sank my teeth into his shoulder as I fought off the need to crush him to death from cuteness overload.
“Try to ignore it,” I murmured, kissing the bite mark I’d left on his shoulder. “You’re not supposed to be coming anyway, remember?”
He couldn’t respond. He was panting now, rocking his hips up into my hand as I relentlessly stroked him.
I felt a dribble of wetness coat my fingers the next time they passed over his crown as he began to leak for me.
I smiled.
“Baby, you’re getting me all wet, but Shane still doesn’t have those peppers…”
The next few pumps had his breath catching in his chest, his ribs fluttered, and I knew he was getting close before he even told me.
“Jay… I’m gonna…please,I can’t help it. I’m gonna?—”
I let go of his cock and slid my palms up his abs until I found his nipples, tweaking them and twisting them firmly until he cried out.
“No-no, please… I want to…” His gibberish was coming out in soft sobs as he choked on his need. He squirmed in my lap and instinctively tried to close his legs as he curled into himself, but I tutted my tongue, gently admonishing him.
“Shh, shh. Keep your legs open, baby. You’re alright. You’re doing so good. Just play the game for a bit until you settle down,” I cooed, rubbing his abused nipples as I left wet, open-mouth kisses across his shoulders.
He whimpered softly but did as I said. As the minutes ticked by, he fell into the groove of the game and delivered his peppers before heading off to buy some beers—another favorite of Shane’s.
I let my hands wander over his body as he played, diligently ignoring his cock until his breathing had leveled out and he stopped squirming in my lap.
Once I thought he’d almost forgotten about his orgasm, I reached between his legs and scooped up his now semi-hard dick.
