Page 31 of The Best Bad Decision

Oh, that moan.

It was quiet and barely escaped but he loved knowing he’d pleased me.

“Sometimes leaving you hard is going to make me happy.” So I was curious about his thoughts on that. “What did you think about having to edge yourself before you left work so you could be hard and desperate for me when you got home?”

It was a wonderful start to a thousand different fantasies, but we’d have to see what he thought about it from a practical standpoint as well as an idea for a scene. He made me be patient again before I could get the answer, though.

That was partly because he took the idea of edging himself a bit literally and rocked his hips to get a nice tug on his cock a few times. Once would’ve been enough to let him know if he hated it, so we were either experimenting or he’d found something he liked about it.

Maybe both?

“Tell me about edging yourself, baby, and I’ll make you come like this.” Lowering my voice, I let a sweet Dom tone ease into it. “It’d feel even better with my hand around your cock.”

I really should’ve asked him about his thoughts on dirty talk before we’d gotten to this point, but scenes with new partners were always a learning experience. More conversations were definitely required but we were doing great for as new as he was.

“Are you going to be good for me?” Letting him tug against my hand again, I softly caressed over his hair with my other and kept that touch tender. “I want to see you come for me, baby.”

That got a shiver from him as his entire body seemed to clench at the same time and I could almost hear his brain slowing as his gaze came back to me. I knew I was right about that when he had to swallow hard and work at getting a clear response out for me. “I…I could do that at…at the end of the day, but…but only if it would make you happy. I don’t…I don’t want this to be an…an inconvenience.”

God, whoever had told him something like that needed to be tortured and to never get another orgasm in their entire life.

“Your mouth and this sexy cock will never be an inconvenience.” Never. “I’ll always be able to find a fun way to play with you.”

“Then…” Blinking, he nodded slowly and I could feel him trying to think. “Then yes…I can…that’s within my limits.”

“Very good.” Leaning closer, I brushed my lips against his in a ghost of a kiss. “I’m going to enjoy using you, baby.”

In one way or another.

But we needed to keep his mind at a low simmer for me to get clearer answers from him, so I brought the hand on his hair down to his pants. It wasn’t easy to open them and keep playing with him through the fabric, but I was a master at multitasking.

When I had his perfect, thick cock in my hand, I gave him another gentle kiss as my grip turned rough. “Fuck my hand, baby.”

We’d see what he thought about words like hump later.

The firm grip and tight hold had his eyes rolling back in his head as he fucked my fist. It didn’t look fun to me, my guy liked a softer touch, but Atlee was moaning and could hardly breathe he wanted to come so badly.

“This is going to make me feel so good when I let you inside me.” His gasp and the way his head fell back said he was imagining how incredible it would feel too. “You’re so thick the stretch is going to make me feel full and you’re going to nail my prostate when I’m riding you.”

Erection throbbing in my hand, he let out another needy sound as he fucked my fist faster. “I’ll lay you out on the bed and ride you hard…or I’ll bend over the couch and tell you exactly how to fuck me.”

That got a full-body jolt, so I knew something about it hit a fantasy for him. “How fast…how hard…I might have to put a cock ring on you to keep you hard as long as I want, though.”

I almost laughed as his body bowed and his balls pulled up. Atlee was almost there and his explosion was going to be epic. “When you fuck me just right and you wear me out, I’ll finally free that sexy cock of yours and I’ll let you fill me with your cum.”

Bingo.

That was definitely a favorite fantasy of his because he cried out and cum filled my hand as I continued to let him fuck my fist senseless. When my sexy man was messy and adorably fuzzy-brained as he stared at me, I leaned over and brushed my lips against his. “If you hide what you’re thinking from me and worry by yourself needlessly, you won’t come for a month. Got it?”

Blinking a few times, he finally let out a sigh and barely smiled. “Your penchant for jumping right to threats is going to get ridiculous at some point.”

I shrugged. “Keep complaining and I’ll get a cage for you overnighted.”

Atlee went completely still, studying me and possibly overthinking about something, but after a few seconds, he let out whatever stress he’d been holding as he exhaled. “You’re going to be difficult.”

“Aww.” I smiled and gave him a little peck. “You say the sweetest things.”

Rolling his eyes like that was going to get him in even more trouble, but luckily for him I liked drama queens.