A little trickled down out of his mouth, painting my seed down along his chin, and I finally drew back and let him take a breath as soon as I’d been milked dry in his near desperation to get me off as quickly as possible.
I sagged back, having to brace myself against the wall, and I gazed down at him as a smile tugged at my lips.
“You did so well, kitten,” I praised him. “You’ve made me so happy.”
He offered me a wan smile, wiping his face with the back of his hand.
I frowned, not liking the idea of him wasting what I’d offered to him, and he must’ve seen the look on my face. He licked the back of his hand clean while I watched intently, wishing I could get hard again to watch that tongue work on me all over again.
“Such a good kitten,” I said, the post-orgasmic haze descending upon me. I wanted to curl up with him in the bed and pull him close, to feel his body against mine as I relaxed. “Come on,” I told him, pulling my boxers and pants back up. “Let’s go get comfortable.”
11
RYDER
Icouldn’t move.
If I moved, he’d notice my body’s shameful betrayal, the fact that I was hard and I didn’t even understand why. It wasn’t like I enjoyed the taste of his cum on my lips and tongue. It wasn’t like I’d enjoyed blowing him either.
But for some reason, there I was, and I didn’t know how to make the erection go away before he noticed it.
Any second now, he was going to notice that I hadn’t budged, and his eyes would rove over my body like they so often did, and he’d realize not everything looked the same.
He’d realize that he’d somehow coaxed another shameful erection out of me, and I didn’t know what he’d do about it. Would it be another furtive handjob in the dark? Would it be something more?
Would he…
I shuddered, the idea of him putting his mouth on me so abhorrent that I could barely even comprehend it.
Except my cock didn’t shrink, even a little, at the thought. Somehow it made it that much worse.
“Toby?” He turned when he got to the side of the bed, frowning when he realized I hadn’t budged.
I berated myself. If I’d just moved, he wouldn’t have had a chance to notice.
Then again, if I’d moved, he might’ve noticed that much faster.
I couldn’t win, but that was the constant when I was with him. I never, ever won. The only small victory I’d had was when I’d asked for kitty play, and he’d even found ways to make me question whether that was a good decision. Better than being a pup, but a good idea? Not so much.
I just wasn’t sure what the alternative could be.
Human. I want him to treat me like I’m human.
Except he had, and now I was tied in knots about it.
He might’ve called me kitten, but there’d been nothing bestial about that blowjob — at least, not on my end. On his, there might’ve been a little too much pressure, a little too much insistence, but on mine? No. I’d just taken what he’d given me… like I was human. Like we were both human.
“Come here,” he told me, his eyes trained on me.
Fuck. If he hadn’t noticed, he was going to notice now, then that would be the end of it all. But if I didn’t move…
I started to crawl toward the bed, fervently hoping he wouldn’t pay attention to my shameful little secret, but I heard his sharp inhalation of breath and knew he’d seen it.
Tears pricked at the corners of my eyes, and all I could do was continue my trek toward the bed, toward him.
“Toby…”
I didn’t look up at him. I didn’t dare. I didn’t want to acknowledge the fact that I was hard, let alone the fact that he knew. But he was going to make me, because that was how he was. That was what he did, and there was noescaping it. Maybe if I’d just moved when he’d first told me…
