I ignore the shirt dangling from a place it’s not meant to be. It’s easier to do with Neo’s naked form also in the frame.
My eyes scan the background, and my mind clicks as I take off, moving up to the third floor and opening the door to the expansive space with various art pieces lining the wall. My father’s collection.
I fucking hate this place.
But even so, if Neo’s here, I’ll stay. I’ll make sure I catch him. My eyes rove over the room, looking behind the curtains and under thedesk pushed up against the wall, but he’s not here. His damn shirt is though.
I clench my fists as my monster starts to slip out from behind those already bent bars.
My phone pings once more, and I see another video from Neo. This time, his pants are stripped off, leaving him in a cute pair of gray underwear and black socks.
I fist my phone so hard it shuts off.
“Fuck,” I murmur as I tap it back on and stare at that slight bulge between his legs before looking at the surroundings.
He’s in the basement. How did he get there so fast? Has he found a way around that even I don’t know about?
I rush out of the room and take the stairs two at a time. By the time I’m in the basement theater, I see nothing but his discarded pants on the floor. He’s not here.
I fist the pants in my hand, unable to stop myself from bringing them to my face and breathing him in.
Mine. More.
Frustration simmers alongside the building lust. I let it. It’s dissolving the weight I usually carry, making me feel…
Free.
“Where are you, brat?” Like he hears me, my phone pings again.
It’s a video of him in my room, kicking off his underwear, leaving him only in those black ankle socks. He strokes his dick for a moment, his eyelids fluttering as he gives a small moan. My breath catches in my throat as I wait for him to continue, to give me what I want. What I need.
But then the video cuts off.
I don’t even think as I take off for my bedroom, my monster slipping from his confines, roaring loudly.
I shove the door to my bedroom open so quickly that it slams against the wall. I half expect to find Neo missing and hiding somewhere else, but no. He’s here.
He’s at the window, naked, trying to open it. Trying to escape.
Absolutely not.
I slam the door shut and lock it.
Then I stalk toward him, my hands pulling him toward me as soon as I’m able. He kicks his feet out, but I’m stronger. I throw him onto the bed, making him bounce and scramble toward the edge, but I’m stronger. Faster.
My monster is out to play.
I reach out, clasping his ankle and dragging him to the edge of the bed, before placing a hand on his chest and pushing him down. He groans as I curl my fingers over his beating heart and stare down at his writhing body.
“Found you.” I smirk, and he arches his hips up, his cock hard and eager.
“Not without my help. You’d still be looking if I hadn’t given you hints.”
I don’t even hesitate, just push two fingers into his mouth, watching as he gags slightly and then starts to suck. The feel of his warm, wet mouth, the sensation of his tongue curling around my fingers, makes my cock ache.
I want to fuck him again.
I want him to suck my dick.
