“Out of sight, out of mind,” I replied.
“Doesn’t mean I forgot it was there, or why I got it.”
“So, there’s a story behind it.”
“Yeah.”
“You’ll have to tell me about it on one of our hockey nights,” I declared as I moved from his shoulder to his back, always touching just to feel him quiver beneath my hand.
His breathing picked up when I swept his hair to the side and bared the nape of his neck so I could give it a squeeze. He exhaled, ragged with a hint of a whimper to it, but held his position, even when I leaned in to nip his skin.
“Please…” he groaned.
“Patience.”
He grumbledfuck patiencebeneath his breath, soft enough that I almost missed it, so I made it my mission to show him the value in waiting. Kneeling behind him, I ran my hands up his back, kneading muscles tense with anticipation until he shuddered and let his head hang.
“There we go, that’s better,” I murmured, leaning in so I could kiss his shoulder. “Let me enjoy this.”
He didn’t respond with words, but his body went lax beneath my hands, and he stopped pressing into my touch, constantly seeking what I was freely offering him. Sliding one hand beneath his chin and the other around his waist, I tugged him against me, tilted his head up, and caressed his abs, all while kissing every inch of skin I could reach.
I deliberately avoided his cock and only skimmed his nipples before stroking back over his midsection. When I glided my hand down his thigh, he tried to squirm, so I stopped touching him and waited until he settled down to kiss him again.
“You’re not going to rush me,” I told him. “You’re just going to tempt me to go slower.”
This was the quietest I’d ever seen him. It was like my touch had shorted out that snarky mouth of his and left him pliant and willing to let me lead.
Or maybe this was what he’d been looking for. Rebel’s wordsrolled through my head.
I wanted to be the fuckboy tonight.
Well, shit. I could give him that and more.
I held him there, caressing him a little longer, before letting him go so I could move around in front of him.
“Do you want this cock, boy?” I asked, hand around my shaft to hold it pointed at his lips.
“Fuck yeah.”
“Then have at it.”
His lips parted, the tip of his tongue poking out as he leaned and licked over the slit, hands coming to rest on my thighs again. He mouthed the head, licked around it, and nuzzled my cock with his cheek, proving that he could be patient, or at least take his time. Watching him lick me from balls to tip, eyes rolling up to meet my gaze as he flicked his tongue over me, was better than any porno I’d ever watched. I crushed his hair in my hands and guided him back down, feeling his mouth engulf the crown of my cock, tongue pressed against my shaft. He hummed, and pleasure jolted through me. My hips flexed, driving more of my cock past his lips until his nails dug into my thighs, forcing me to pull back again.
“Hot,” I growled as I peered down at him. “Fucking stunning.”
He hummed in response, head bobbing, the slow, sucking glide rapidly becoming too much. Pressing against his shoulders, I eased away until my cock slipped from between his lips, and he knelt there smirking at me.
“See, patient,” he said with a half-assed shrug.
“Menace,” I declared, wagging my finger at him before I hauled him to his feet. “Get on the bed.”
“Make me.”
He barely got the words out before I picked him up and tossed him onto the center of the bed and listened to him yelp when he bounced. Wide-eyed, mouth half-hanging open, he stared up at me, blinked, and widened his knees in invitation.
Damn, okay, good to know he got off on that.
“Supplies?” I asked, shocked they weren’t out in the open with the night he’d had planned.