My cock is starting to harden beneath my pants, though.
Annoying.
Down, boy.
I don’t want to play this guy’s game, but I’ve always had a thing for people who start trouble where they really shouldn’t. Sometimes a tiger likes to play with a mouse instead of strike at it, and that’s the only thought running through my mind as he follows me into the room, one of the gauzy curtains landing along his shoulder.
“Are we doing this or not?” he demands and the pushiness in his tone goes straight to my cock again. “I only came here for that reason and if it’s not going to happen, I’m getting the fuck out of here?—”
“Do you always run your mouth like this?”
He sighs, pausing for a moment before he speaks. “No. Never.”
I believe him.
Something about the way he says it tells me that he’s being honest, and thatnoneof this is something he would usually do.
So I’m going to teach him a lesson.
If a good boy’s out here breaking the rules, I want to show him why he won’t be getting his way.
“Take out your cock, then,” I tell him.
I can see the shock in his eyes.
“Are you…”
“I’m going to suck you off, because you can’t help yourself from begging.”
And then I’m going to send you home without letting you come.
Take you to the fucking brink and then pull back, leaving you desperate.
Showing you that you don’t bargain with someone like me.
I watchhis Adam’s apple bob as he swallows hard.
It’s one of the only parts of his body that’s exposed, that small portion of his neck between the bottom of his mask and the top part of his hoodie.
As he reaches down for the button on his pants I take a step toward him and run the back of my finger along his exposed neck.
I feel him inhale, then exhale.
I can see through the holes in his mask up close, now, too, but he’s refusing to look at me. His gaze is cast downward, staring at my chest, maybe looking at my tattoos. He smells clean, like the kind of expensive aftershave I’d usually hate, but it’s faint and there’s something intriguing about the scent.
I can picture him putting that scent on earlier, knowing he’d be coming to this party.
“So,” he finally says, his voice coming out a little hoarse.
My cock throbs.
“God, you’re so nervous.”
“Fuck you.”
I feel him swallow as I let my fingertips drag over his Adam’s apple one more time, then I relent, pulling them away.
“Get on the bed,” I tell him in a low whisper.