I watch him, the moon reflecting on his face, making him look majestic. He’s eating his pride,literally.
“Open,” he orders, and I do as I'm told.
Giving me his fingers, I lick what’s left, making sure he watches me slowly caress his finger with every lick.
“Good,” he mutters. Taking in a long breath, he leans his head on my temple. “Good fucking boy.”
After another moment of holding me, he lets me go so I can give him my messy boxers.
“Where are you tonight?” I dare to ask, stepping back into my pants.
His eyes are locked in on my dick swaying as I shimmy my jeans up my thighs.
“Uh, currently I am working out,” he mutters.
Ah.Explains the attire.
I nod my head, slipping my shoes back on. “Will you be back tomorrow?”
Hehesitates, his mouth opening and closing. There it is. That guilt, he just can’t seem to keep it out. I don’t blame him. What we’re doing feels so damn good but it’s so wrong.
I’m no stranger to the hypocrisy of this. I hated how my mom cheated on my dad. How much it crushed him… and yet…
I want to ask him what we could do about it, but I also don’t want to scare him off. He’s just getting close again.
“I don’t think that’s a good idea.” He shakes his head, looking down at my boxers balled up in his fist.
Wow, how metaphorical.
I nod my head, looking at the bar door. “Well, I should be getting back.” I wave awkwardly before I walk inside. “See yea.”
***
The next night comes, and just like before, he shows up, orders his cocktail and sits to flirt like it’s our first time meeting before we slip out back.
I can’t help but notice how he operates.Blindinglust. Overwhelming guilt. Rinse and repeat.He has a pattern and here I am, willingly stepping into the mess of it.
The bassline from the bar thrums through the bricks against my back, in time with my heartbeat. He bites at my neck, making me gasp in pleasure as I tug at the bottom of his shirt. I want to feel his body. It’s been so long since I’ve—
He catches my wrists before I can make it fully inside his pants.
“No, Noah,” he says, shaking his head. He begins kissing me again, slower this time.
So, he’s okay with touching me but not vice versa?
Asthough it’s the last line he doesn’t want to cross or else there really will be no turning back.
“Bullshit.” I twist my wrists out of his grasp. “I want to make you come—now.” I huff, fumbling at his belt.
He grabs my hands again, locking them above my head.God, I love when he does that. I try to hold back the excitement his punishments bring me but all it does is remind me how good being under his control feels. “You need to learn how to listen,” he says, biting at my lower lip. I wince at the pain but moan at the lick he soothes it out with. “When I say no, it meansno.”
“Nofun.” I smirk against his lips. “You should at least choose a cool safe word.” I wink. I move my hips side to side, brushing perfectly against his hard-on with mine.
“My safe word is ‘no’.” He smirks. Cupping my wrist with only his left hand, he moves his right hand slowly down my throat, trailing his way down my chest and stomach. My abs clench as soon as he gets to my waistband. “You should probably choose one though,” he says quietly.
I lick my lips, my eyes teasing at staying shut as he slips his hand around my dick.
“Uh…Ginger.” I gasp as he tugs lightly, rubbing his palm over my tip just the way that I like it.
