Arnie
“What do you say we put on a little show in one of the red rooms, blondie,” I growl against his ear as I wrap my arm around his waist.
He turns to me, glassy-eyed with lust, and nods.
“Colour, Jamie.”
“Green, A. Green.”
“Good boy. Follow me. Anytime you need to stop, you just say red. This is all new. Do you mind people you know watching?” That makes him pause. He worries his lower lip as he looks at the ground. Indecision, obviously the culprit.
“Uh, who?”
“Possibly Simmons, maybe Mags and Gerry.”
“Maybe Simmons? But I haven’t really met the other two,” he confesses.
“Thank you for your honesty, Jamie. I will let them know, okay? Why don’t you go into the room and have a look around. I’ll be there in just a minute.”
He nods, looking a little more relaxed. I grab him for a quick kiss, then pass him the key fob for the room. I quickly find Mags and Gerry lounging with an Asian couple. They are kissing passionately on the table in front of my best friend and his husband. I signal to him not to come to our room, and he shoo’s me away, never taking his eyes off his entertainment for the night. Chuckling, I continue my search for Simmons. I had heardhe was possibly with Freddie tonight. That could be fun. Perhaps he and Jamie could get acquainted at some point.
Wandering, I can’t seem to find him, so decide to go back to the room.
My kinky little boyfriend, I think as I make my way through the throng of people. I didn’t think exhibitionism was a kink he had, but then, he is so new to this world. It was my job to help him do it safely. Even more so now that I was about to claim him here.
Returning to the room, Jamie is sitting on the edge of the large four-poster bed that sits directly in line with the viewing window. Dark burgundy with black flooring decorates the room. The bedding matches the floor.
Jamie is rummaging in the bedside drawer when he turns to catch me making a move for him. I press my lips to his, grabbing him by the nape, moving us so he straddles me.
“Mmm,” he moans against my mouth as he slowly grinds his hips down to meet mine. I grab his wrists, pulling them tight behind his back, which earns me another delicious groan. Lost to pleasure, he begins grinding faster to chase more of it.
“Naughty boy. Ready to put on a show? Simmons is around, but I didn’t see him. You might not get your wish, for your old professor to catch you being a little slut,” I growl into his ear. Jamie is panting hard against me. His cock rock solid now against my stomach. There was no denying this boy has a kink for dirty talk.
“Everything off bar the boots, blondie. Then into position.” He takes a second in his lustful state to register my command, but then he is off me and stripping.
“So smooth,” I say as I run my fingertips all over his chest and down to where his legs meet. He shivers but stands with his hands on his head, feet shoulder-width apart, like we haddiscussed beforehand about how he should present when naked for me in a scene. To let me get a full look at what is mine.
“Ready for my cock to fill you finally?” I ask as I circle him. Like a predator ready to take its prey. I lick my lips as I tap his lower back, the signal for him to bend and grab his ankles. He does so perfectly; his lithe dancing body bends so elegantly. The glimmer from the plug catches my eye alongside the red boots. It makes me throb in my pants as I rub my hands over his thick ass and down his muscle-ribboned thighs. He breaks out in gooseflesh, so I do it again and again while adding small kisses to his most sensitive spots.
“Bed. On your back.” As he does that, I make my way over to the large cabinet on the wall to grab some supplies. Lube, a condom, nipple clamps, and a spreader bar. Just before closing the door, I notice a range of cock rings and a sharp thrill strangles my balls, so I grab it and head back to the bed.
“Give me a colour. There’s a gathering at the window now. Do we put on a show?” I check in one last time. This is our first time having penetrative sex. Unconventional for some, but it’s the perfect moment for us. Jamie knew I’d set him free if he trusted me, and oh boy, has he.
“I…yes. Green, sir.” My cock throbbed, and I strip before him, leaving only my harness on as I struggle with getting the cock ring into place. The tightness floods blood into my cock, making the veins protrude more than usual. I crawl up the bed where Jamie let his knees fall open, baring himself fully to me for the first time. This was finally happening. My blondie. My Jamie.
“These will pinch, but I promise you’ll enjoy it.” I say as I place the clamps on his hard nipples. Another tremor and a nod tell me he’s already so far gone with lust.
“I’m going to make you feel so good, blondie. This time I’ll go soft on you, but next time, well, you’ll just have to wait and seewhat I have in store for you then,” I whisper as I dip my tongue into his ear.
“Please, A. I need you,” he begs as he slowly humps his hips upward. I chuckle at his desperation. His leaking, throbbing, and apparent need for fulfillment spurs me on. I remove the plug, then finger him with the lube before getting the condom on. I get him into the spreader bar, then push his legs all the way back until he’s bent in half. Perks of having a dancer boyfriend.
“Turn your face to the left. Let them see who they’re watching.”
He slowly takes his gaze off me and turns, his grey eyes heavy and hooded. His breathing picks up when he sees the gathered group of people watching. Some touching each other, others kissing. Simmons and his sub, Freddie, have arrived and are at the front. The sub is kneeling, his cock is out, but he’s in full dress otherwise. He has a cage on, and it’s leaking onto the floor as Simmons pets his head. Spotting me looking, the professor throws me a wink.
“Ready?”
“Yes. Wait…I love you.”
