“Darling…” He held me close and whispered so many words of filth in such loving tones, my sheepishness gave way to arousal as my cock fought for room in the confines of my jeans. I squirmed against his hold, but he chuckled and refused to let me go.
“Remember your safe words,” he rasped. “I want to hold you, and torture you, and smell and feel you getting hot for me. Maybe I’ll let you come, maybe I won’t. Maybe I’ll beg you to fuck me. Maybe I’ll deny you the right to come for an hour or three.”
“Oh,God.” My whimper was so needy, I’d have died of shame if I hadn’t been so turned on.
“Safe words, James.” Sternly this time.
“Green, yellow, red, mushroom.”
“Good boy. What are you now?”
“Green.” I knew without needing to check in; my heart was hammering, sure, but it was excitement, not terror, driving my responses.
“Excellent. Now, what to do with you?” His murmur was all heated promise and I gulped. Right now he could do anything he wanted to do to me and only one small, three-letter word would stop him. My head swam with the possibilities.
In the end, he held my wrists captive with one strong hand while he used the other to tease me, his nails scraping trails over my bare flesh and up and down my jeans, alternating thepressure depending on my reactions. My cock was an iron bar straining against my fly, leaking a puddle but totally ignored by Edwin as he scratched, tweaked, and even bit me. Apparently, he was fast getting over his previous disgust at taking nibbles out of me. At one point he flipped me face down. “Still green, baby?” he said, his voice cool and concerned right by my ear.
“Yeaah. Yes, I mean yes,” I said hurriedly. My brains had all but leaked out of my ears at this point, but I quickly checked in and realised I felt safe. Anxious, but still safe. “I…I might say yellow at some point.” I had to be honest.
“Thank fuck. I don’t have the first idea what I’m doing. I’ve done this sort of thing before, but not officially, you know? That’s why I won’t remove your jeans. I figure you might feel happier being partially clothed.” I felt the mattress dip as he shifted. “You look so hot covered in bites and scratches. Like my own personal kinky canvas.” He licked a wet stripe up my spine and I shrieked in surprise. “With freckles too, like a join the dots puzzle.” He squeezed my arse cheek so hard I whimpered. My stupid dick pulsed again. “You know, it’s a good job I don’t have plans to turn you. I’d miss the way your skin flames when you blush. You’re such a filthy fucker, but you blush like a nervous schoolboy.” He wrenched my legs apart. “Would you like me to flick your balls, I wonder?”
“Yellow!” I sagged into the pillow as he released me instantly, then flipped me once more so I was face up.
“Are you okay? Did I go too far?” Panic scored his features.
I moaned. “No, you pillock. I didn’t want to come. If you’d touched me like that, I’d have gone off like a rocket.” I buried my face in my hands. “I am such a freaking pervert. You didn’t need to stop everything. I just needed a moment.”
“I told you I wasn’t very good at this.”
I scoffed. “I beg to differ. I’m not even sure I can undo my jeans without exploding. I’m on a hair trigger right now. I need to take it down a notch.”
“Try breathing? Your inhales are so shallow, I’m not sure you’re getting much benefit from them.” He eyed me thoughtfully. “So, youdon’twant to come in your clothes this time? That’s new.”
I held up a hand; I couldn’t answer himandsuck in some much-needed oxygen. When I could speak, I said carefully, “I think I’d like to fuck you.” Then, because we’d promised to be honest with each other. “Or Trace. Both, maybe. Definitely.”Translation: I know I want to, but I’m still doubting myself at every turn.
“Oh,James. Are you sure?” The sky blue of his irises almost disappeared as his pupils expanded to comic book proportions. Unable to speak, I merely jerked my head. He cupped my chin. “Right now?”
“Uh, yeah?”
“When you’ve come to me drenched in Trace’s cum—Fuck,I’m going to need a minute.” He grabbed his crotch and squeezed. “Damn, you truly are a wet dream come to life, you filthy, fantastic slut.”
The adoring way he looked at me while he said such awful words was almost enough to tip me over the edge. I gulped a few more deep breaths and said, “Should we get Trace to join us?”
Edwin’s blue eyes focused on me. “Yes, we should. Although, for a moment I admit I was tempted to simply impale myself on your dick and ride you like Seabiscuit, but that would be selfish of me.” He gave his crotch another squeeze. “If he doesn’t have his phone on him, I’ll?—”
“Down, tiger. I’ve got a solution.” I rolled carefully to my feet and went into the bathroom where I opened the blind and the window. “Trace!” I called. “Can you come over?”
He appeared within seconds, sounding breathless even to my crappy ears. “You all right?”
“Perfectly. Shoulda said that. We, uh, you want to get dirty with us?”
“Ohh.” I heard him smile. “Give me a second to clean up.” He chuckled. “Ireallylove having my magic back. I’m coming, baby.”
“Not solo, you’re not,” I quipped. “Gonna close the blind again.”
We met in the corridor. Trace was pristine and already stripped to his underwear. When I raised my eyebrows, he said simply, “Didn’t want to waste time.”
“My hero,” Edwin said clearly from the bedroom. “Please, Trace, come on through. You too, James.”
