Apparently, one look at Chad naked in my bed with that perfect round ass on display was all it took. I’ve lost all sense of a filter before even touching him. But I need to know during the arrangement he’s mine, at least physically. The possessive part of me is too damn loud.
He doesn’t look upset by my demand though. He smirks as he asks, “Even my fingers?”
“I don’t even want you touching your dick if I’m not there,” I respond far too honestly.
His jaw drops open, and he shifts so he’s sitting on the bed against my pillows, facing me. The view of his toned abs and hard cock are no less tempting than his ass was. “But does that mean I can only come every other day?”
I shake my head as I finally, slowly, approach him. He leansback on his elbows so he’s stretched out, and I crawl up the bed, still fully clothed, until I’m hovering over him, my face inches from his but not actually touching him. “I didn’t say that.”
“You…” He trails off. His Adam’s apple bobs as he swallows, and his eyes are locked on mine, the blue barely visible with how wide his pupils are from how turned on he obviously is. “You said we couldn’t have sex two days in a row.”
“That’s true.” God, he looks so good like this. I lean in for a quick, sloppy kiss, licking as deep as I can in his mouth before pulling back just as quickly. He tries to chase the kiss, reaching for me, but freezes as soon as I shake my head.
So responsive.
Fuck. Focus.
“But if you’re a good boy and follow our other rules, then I didn’t say anything about how many times I plan to let you come on those days.”
He whimpers in response, and the sound sends a jolt of lust straight to my dick.
I’ve heard a lot of moans from this man as he’s enjoyed things, but that sound is new. Just for me. I want to hear it again immediately.
“Oh fuck, John. For a second there I thought I was going to come just from you talking. Is that a thing? That was so hot.”
I bite my lip to hide my smirk.
“Okay,” he says, still staring up at me adoringly.
I realize what he’s agreeing to, and my heart rate picks up. I shouldn’t have asked him not to touch himself at all; it’s selfish. Too much for the casual arrangement we’re supposed to be in. “Wait, really? That doesn’t have to be a rule?—”
“Green. I want that, John. I’ll be good for you, I promise.”
I can’t hold back any longer. I crash my mouth into his in a desperate attempt to claim any part of him that I can in this moment. I’ve always been attracted to Chad. I can’t deny that. More than just his perfectly toned body and movie-star face, I’vebeen drawn to his eternal optimism and the easy way he approaches life. And now, with him naked on my bed, promising to be good for me, any last attempt at self-control I had is completely gone.
I pull back to remove my shirt and remember the lube bottle on the bed. Picking it up, I confirm it isn’t one I recognize. “Where did you get this?”
“Oh, I brought it. Well, I left it here when I moved out.”
I nod. “And did you start stretching out your tight little hole for me?”
“No.” He shakes his head. He’s breathing quickly, staring at me with wide eyes as if he’s nervous or afraid of how I’ll respond, but his dick is leaking and the corners of his mouth are turned up, so I think he’s enjoying it. “I didn’t get that far. I stopped as soon as you called up.”
“Good boy,” I praise, kissing him quickly again, and his whole body relaxes as he beams in response when I pull away. “Turn over. On your hands and knees like you were when I came in.”
He hurries to obey as I strip out of the rest of my clothes, and he sounds so excited as he asks, “Are you going to fuck me now?”
“Calm down, Princess. I need to get you ready first.” I run my hands over the perfect curve of his firm ass. It would look even better with my handprint. Or my bite mark. Another time.
“Can I use my mouth?” I check.
“Green, so green. Oh my God, it’s happening! Blake has told me so much?—”
I slap his ass before I can stop myself. Not hard enough to actually leave a mark, which is probably a good thing, even if a part of me wishes it had. “We are not talking about Blake, or any other man for that matter, when we’re both naked,” I growl. There’s no other word for it. Chad really brings out the caveman in me.
“Okay! No problem. Won’t happen again,” he promises. “But, also, very green on the spanking. I’ve never done that before, but wow. Big fan.”
“Noted.” I’m done talking. Everything he says either pisses me off, turns me on more, or somehow does both. I lean in and lick a slow strip from his taint to his tight, virgin hole, holding his hips in place as his whole body shudders in response.
