“Fuck, princess. I could torture you like this for hours.”
“Not torture,” I manage, his fingers skipping featherlight down my cock.
His huff is small. “Only you would think edging is a damn walk in the park.”
“Edging?”
He hums an “Mhm,” his mouth leaving small kisses down the column of my throat. “When you prolong the period before an orgasm, making arousal last as long as possible before, finally, you or your partner allows your climax to take you over.”
My brain whirs. “I don’t see how that’s a bad thing.”
His laugh is louder this time. “It’s not. Some people just don’t have the patience for that kinda thing.”
“Well…” My words cut off when Oakley’s fingers wrap around my cock, the man tugging slowly as his lips press to my Adam’s apple. It takes me a moment to find my voice. “I like this part best. Orgasms come and go so quickly. But this…this feels better than getting off for the heck of it.”
Oakley’s head comes up, his eyes meeting mine, the marbling of his irises taken over by so much pupil. There’s a seriousness in his gaze at odds with the toying of his fingers on my cock. “It should. You deserve to feel good, Law.”
“You make me feel real good. Always do.”
He swallows, his eyes pinging between my own. “In that case, spread your legs for me, princess. I know another good place to torture.”
I let out a soft laugh, widening my legs and hitching up my knees. Oakley leans down again, his lips traveling across my torso like a paintbrush. They bypass my dick, his breath ghosting lower before there’s pressure against my balls. Air puffs from my lungs, Oakley’s tongue a tease more than anything, the tip of it swiping against my sac and making my toes curl.
“Don’t move,” he murmurs.
“Where would I go?” I counter, giving the rope binding me to the headboard a purposeful tug.
Oakley’s smile is wicked as he pops off the bed, his hair falling over his forehead in a messy wave. He grabs supplies from his nightstand, returning in almost no time at all. Wet fingers drag over my hole once he’s resituated, and a sigh escapes my lungs.
“I love how much you love this,” he says, rubbing against me, not yet pressing inside.
“I’m guessing that makes me a bottom?” I ask, having been wondering about that.
He hums, sliding one finger inside of me, constant upward pressure making my hips tilt further off the bed.Ah, fuck. “Does the idea of fucking a man appeal to you?”
“Not as much as this,” I admit.
I nearly jolt when Oakley’s tongue runs a path up my cock. “You only need to pick a label if you want one, Law. Top, bottom, side, vers—they’re just words, and preferences can change. I think respect and communication in the bedroom is more important than a term that may mean something different to each person who uses it.”
The fact that Oakley has two fingers inside of me now, stroking rhythmically, makes it hard to focus on what he’s saying. “And you? This works for you?”
Oakley’s eyes meet mine as his tongue flicks across the top of my dick. “I do prefer to top, so yes, this works for me real well. But if you ever want to try having me sink down over your cock, I’d be happy to oblige, princess.”
Fuck.
“What, uh…what’s a side?”
Oakley’s chuckle curves his lips into a smile, the man looking damn happy as he slides three fingers into my ass. The stretch has my neck arching back for only a moment, my eyes returning to Oakley as soon as I can manage it. “Someone who prefers sex without penetration.”
“Ah,” I rasp, the thickness of Oakley’s fingers making me ache for the man’s cock. “Oak.”
“Getting desperate?” he asks, his tone both playful and smug.
“You telling me you’re not ready to have my ass clamping down around your dick? You haven’t even touched it.”
The man grunts, heat blazing in his eyes as he slips his fingers free. He leans over my stomach, tongue swiping along my abdomen, right below my cock. “Told you I’d get you leaking.”
“Mission accomplished, cowboy. Now suit up and put that horse to stable.”
