But he’s not speaking to me. He’s FaceTimeing someone!
He chuckles as I go back to suckling him.
“Yeah, he was shocked. Tell Freddie that Jamie is coming for him on Saturday. That boy is a demon. I don’t know how you do it,” he announces to Simmons, whose voice I can only just hear.
“I have him suckling my cock like a little puppy. He’s so desperate.”
They laugh, amused at my state and my humiliation. I give into it, though. I love it. I know it’s not real; they would never shame me for real.
I whine into his groin as I start to shake with need. Beyond hungry for his touch. With this toy in and kneeling at this angle, I might go crazy.
They chat for another few minutes before Arnie ends the call. Sucking in my cheeks, I go to town on him, licking, nibbling his piercings, sucking his taint. Basically, trying to prove that I’m a good boy now, I want to serve him. I deserve his voice and attention back.
Suddenly, my mouth floods and I moan as I move quick to catch and swallow all of his release. He didn’t make any noise. I didn’t know that was possible. Arnie is so vocal in bed, I never thought he could be this quiet before. A giggle escapes me as I lick him, even though he’s soft now.
The leash tightens and yanks me back. I sit back on my heels, my eyes blown with desire as I wait for my master to speak.
He stands, pulling me along. Then, out of nowhere, the toy starts to buzz. I moan like a dog in heat in the middle of the dark hallway. By the front door, where anyone could see in. Naked, leashed, with a toy in my ass. Oh, God.
“Don’t come yet, blondie. You deserve a treat for being so good,” my hot as fuck boyfriend shares with me. I stare up at him, and he smiles fully at me. Tears blur my vision as I realise just how gone I am for this man. His voice coming back to me nearly made me come. How is that even possible? Without time to dwell or question myself, Arnie opens his beautiful mouth again.
“Let’s go to bed, you were perfect,” he says, reaching down and pressing a kiss to my temple. I bathe in the praise. Like sunshine on skin after a long, cold winter. We make our way to our room in a comfortable silence before Arnie breaks it once more as we get into bed.
“That key lime pie was to die for. Now bend over, I’m hungry for something else.”
Chapter 39
Arnie
Who knew silence could be so fucking hot?
Jamie was remarkable, my little praise slut. His neediness almost tipped me over the edge several times during the scene. I almost broke about a dozen times.
It was tension heavy, and I had no idea what he was going to do. We lay naked, tangled in sex-scented sheets, the moon making its presence known through the mesh white curtains in the room.
He was perfect. I felt elated that he enjoyed it and could cross it off along with the other recent kinks we’ve explored. This one we had to do again.
I fall asleep with his hot skin against mine. Tangled like a sweet mess together in our home. In the morning, we went about our weekend routine. Jamie blaring terrible cheesy tunes before bringing me coffee in bed. He has dance practice today.
My sexy lover is thriving at the club. He has become so close to his companions there, and I’ve urged him to invite them over for brunch, but his answer has repeatedly been that our home is a sanctuary, and those dirty boys are not allowed to disrupt it.
I reply to Simmons about tonight, a reminder that I still need to tell Jamie. We didn’t get much talking done once we reached the bedroom last night.
He appears just as I’m threading my boxers up my thighs. He pouts a little at the lack of nakedness in the bedroom once he comes back to bed.
“So, pretty boy. Want revenge on your brat?” I ask him.
“He’s not my brat, Arnie. However, yes. He is a demon!” He whines the last part as he munches on toast with marmalade. Messy curls poking everywhere, he lounges adorably in just a black jockstrap, getting crumbs all over the comforter.
He sits back on his haunches; coffee mug clutched in both hands.
“Are we seeing him and Simmons tonight? I overheard last night…. well, not sure what, but I heard something,” he laughs.
I tug, then tuck a coiled blonde curl behind his ear.
"Yes, Simmons invited us over to play if you would like. I know you have your crush, which is cute as hell. Think you’d like that, blondie?"
He blushes a little as he looks away in embarrassment at my bluntness about his crush. But my boy has been getting bolder when it comes to telling me what he wants, so I wait to see what his response will be.
