He huffs. “I think someone needs to get his hearing checked because that’s not what I said.”
“Semantics.” I wave my hand around and his stomach jumps as a chuckle leaves his mouth.
“Stop stalling already, or else I’m going to call someone to come get me,” he threatens, his eyes crinkling in the corners.
“And what? Let them see what you’ve been up to here with me?”
“What makes you think they won’t? I know how to spin things to work in my favor. I’m an actor, remember?”
“You’re good, baby boy, but you’re not that good.”
“You have so many nicknames for me.”
“Did you not like them?” I rub our cocks together again, and this time it’s slow and agonizing.
His lips clamp shut, and his chest rises and falls heavily.
“I’m going to take that as a yes.” I roll my hips some more, going back and forth until he’s kicking his legs.
“You’re such an asshole.”
“I see you’ve got nicknames for me too. They aren’t as cute, but we’ll work on that.”
His lips crack into a dopey smile and he slams his hand against my shoulder. “Dumb fucker.”
“Yeah, we’ll definitely have to work on that.”
His laugh echoes around the room. “Will you fuck me faster with your fingers if I call you baby? What about sweetums? Sugar bear?” He taps his chin. “Honeysuckle?
“I didn’t think it was possible for them to get any worse, and yet here we are.”
“Hayden,” he whines, and his voice tenses on the end of my name.
“Okay, okay. I’ll give you want you want now. After all, you’ve been such a good sport.” I climb off him to grab the lube from my nightstand.
“If that’s true, then why are you going in the wrong direction?” His hand strokes his chest, his head lolling. Does he know how fucking sexy he is? One of his hands slides to his pretty, straining dick and he pumps it between his fingers as he licks his lips. Oh yes, he knows, and he’s trying to make me as crazy as I’ve been making him. It’s working too.
“Don’t worry, my little minx. I’m coming.”
“Already? Couldn’t have waited for me?” He tilts his head, lazily tugging at himself and spreading his thighs wider.
I tsk at him, mimicking his movements on my own cock as I thrust it between my fingers, coating it with lube.
“I thought you were starting with your fingers.”
“I am.” I lean a little to the side. “Or . . . did you want me to skip it.”
His eyes bulge. “No . . . I . . . I . . .”
“Relax.” I squeeze his inner thigh and climb back over him. “I’m not fucking you with my cock yet.”
“Yet?”
“Yes. Yet,” I repeat.
“What if I don’t want that?” His head falls back, tilting his chin to the ceiling.
“You will.”