Reluctance is once more non-existent and in his new finished position, his throat is perfectly exposed for my fingers that can’t resist curling around it.
Squeezing.
I lightly growl and groan and guide him backwards onto the couch as if my grip’s the collar and my extended arm the leash.
Content over control – something I don’t have in the other situation – steadily courses through my veins leading me to command, “Get the lube.”
Retrieving the small bottle located on the couch side table beside the seashell lamp requires contorting that not only has his taut frame curling up towards me but causes him to choke himself a bit in the process.
The sight of his muscles flexing and straining and straining and tensing from merely trying to reach the small product has my cock repeatedly thumping into my zipper, beseeching me to do the one thing we haven’t yet.
Blow jobs.
Hand jobs.
Frot jobs.
All in the yes column right alongside rim jobs.
But fucking?
Fuckingis the one thing we haven’t accomplished that I know we both want to.
Could be because the minute we do, it’ll be impossible for me to pretend everything between us has just been fling shit.
That all non-fling thoughts were just work product of trying to officially file this in the department of flings.
Or it could be because the second I have a taste I know I’ll never be able to deny what it is I’ve spent so much time denying in my life.
Honestly?
I’m fucking tired of pretending not to want what I want.
Who I want.
WhenI want.
If this whole situation has taught me anything, it’s that life canand willfuck you over in ways you never imagined, so you might as well enjoy yourself before it does, because italwaysdoes.
And I’m more than ready to enjoy myself.
Him.
“Master,” whimpers Zero at the same time he offers the bottle.
“Good boy,” I praise while accepting it with my free palm.“Shorts off.”
Little to no effort is needed to get them onto the ground and the sight of him slightly wiggling his hips to achieve it damn near gets me coming in my shorts like I’ve never done this before.
Although, I have.
I was simply drunk.
Or had been drinking.
And was with a woman.
Not a man.
