Neo clicks his tongue. “I thought very hard about it, like I said. The formula for that was quite hard to perfect. Took me hours.”
Acting on instinct, I bite down on his ear. He lets out a startled gasp that morphs quickly into a groan.
My monster rears up at the sound, the tether keeping me grounded slowly fraying.
“You’ve made my life fucking hard,” I say, and he wiggles against me some more.
“I’ve madeyouhard,” he says, and grinds against my erection. I don’t even bother to hide it. There’s no point.
Yes, yes. No point. Now take it. Take him.
I shouldn’t, and yet I hold him tighter, let him wiggle in my arms as I try to stop myself from doing something I may regret.
You won’t regret it. You’ll revel in it.
“Come on. Let me go,” he says, his voice hitching, his hands escaping their confines and curling around my neck. He shoves at me, but I hold on to him, unable to peel my palms from his shivering body.
I feel the press of his fingers against my neck, squeezing slightly.
Our eyes meet as we pull back slowly, and I see his lips part, small puffs of his bubblegum breath hitting my mouth.
“What are you going to do to me?” he asks as I continue to stare at him. “Or are you still thinking about it?”
His fingers press a little harder, his forefinger digging into my frantic pulse.
“I mean, I don’t have all night. I’m very tired,” he says, arching his hips forward again and grinding against my aching cock.
My lashes flutter, and he lets out a surprised groan at my subtle reaction.
“For someone who wants me to let him go, you’re not doing a very good job of trying to escape.”
Neo licks his lips. “If I escape, will you chase me?”
I close my eyes briefly, trying to tell myself that I don’t want that. That the thought of chasing Neo through the house isn’t one of the fucking hottest ideas I’ve ever heard. “Not tonight.”
“Then maybe I don’t want to escape tonight.”
The unspoken promise lingers in the air. That one day he’ll run for me.
If I’m brave enough to chase him.
“What do you want, Neo?” There’s a husk to my voice that I’ve never heard before.
“Maybe you should punish me, you know? For being so bad?” he breathes, and grinds against me once more.
Yes. Yes. Punish him.
“Just like in your dreams,” he adds, and my mind conjures up a hundred different scenarios that I’ve imagined. The way he’s tormented me while I’ve slept.
It’s the only reason my hand slips up to his chin, cupping it, making his lips part even farther.
“Shut up,” I say, and his fingers flex against my neck.
“I can’t. I’m terrible at shutting up. I love to talk, especially when I’m nervous.”
“You, nervous? Ha,” I say, and my thumb brushes against his bottom lip, pulling it down slightly, exposing his teeth.
His eyes widen and then fall to half-mast.
