Page 32 of Ready to Cash Out

The chair creaked as Jupiter sat again, and he sighed. His face lit up as he brought out his phone, thumbing over the screen. His expression was hard to read, but Trev got the distinct impression he was being ignored now.

Trev felt around the bed to find the lockbox. He moved it against the far wall so he wouldn’t roll over on it. It was already going to be uncomfortable as hell trying to sleep with the collar and chain on.

He shifted around, instantly hating the sound of the chain rattling with a blinding passion. He put his head on the pillows and soon found the tiniest movement made the chain clink.

The only benefit was that the noise made Jupiter look up from his phone and scowl.

Trev waited for Jupiter’s gaze to return to his screen before purposefully moving to rattle the chain. After about the fifth time, Jupiter stopped looking up.

That was fine.

Trev had other petty torments up his sleeve, and he had a new plan.

He had to get the key to his collar out of Jupiter’s pocket. To do that, he needed to get Jupiter to come much, much closer. If he was able to seduce Jupiter, Trev felt confident he would leave his clothes on for it like before.

There were countless positions that would give Trev the opportunity to snatch the key. He could hide it in his mouth until Jupiter finally passed out and then he could get the hell out of here.

Jupiter didn’t have a car here, so he’d have to follow Trev on foot, and Trev hoped to be long gone by the time Jupiter noticed he was missing again. It wasn’t a great plan, but it was the only one he had right now, and he wasn’t going to actually sleep here in this dump willingly.

Now, he just had to get Jupiter’s attention.

Trev slipped off his boots, deliberately kicking each one off onto the floor. He pointed his toes toward the end of the bed and stretched his arms out, grunting noisily. He wasn’t surprised that Jupiter didn’t glance up yet, but he was just getting started.

Trev rolled his hips to one side, bringing his knee up to his chest. He then rolled the other way to repeat the movement, the chain clinking away.

“What are you doing?” Jupiter asked, his eyes still fixed to his phone.

“Stretching,” Trev replied simply. “Had quite the workout earlier, you know.”

“Uh-huh.”

Trev raised his feet toward the ceiling, easily folding himself into a pretzel and exhaling sharply. He held the position for a few moments before uncurling his body. He moved onto his stomach and brought his feet up to touch the back of his head, taking another deep breath.

Jupiter remained unmoved.

Trev wasn’t even sure if Jupiter could see anything he was doing with only the glow of the phone to illuminate the room, but there were other senses he could manipulate.

Time to take things up a notch.

He rolled onto his back again and closed his eyes, running his hands over his stomach. He stroked the tips of his fingers around his navel and then dipped down to his hip bones. He needed to take his time and let this build to be particularly convincing.

Trev pressed his hands flat against his skin and slid them upward under his hoodie to thumb his nipples. His heart rate sped up a little, and his face warmed as blood zoomed there and down between his legs. It was hard to focus and actually get turned on, and he searched his brain for his favorite go-to jerk off fantasies.

But all he could think about was Jupiter.

Jupiter’s strong hands, his soft lips, and that intoxicating way he had purred baby doll in Trev’s ear.

Trev shivered, and his skin was instantly awash in white-hot waves of arousal. His body twitched with the memory of Jupiter being deep inside him, and his breath hitched as his nipples stiffened. He continued to tease them until they were both hard, each new stroke sending little zings cascading through his core.

His pulse throbbed through the shaft of his cock as he grew hard, and he both loved and hated how tight these shorts were. He squirmed, thrusting into the air. He squeezed his nipples until he gasped, and he twisted his head back into the pillows.

Trev’s breathing was shallow, and he toed at the sheets as his desire spiked.

He pushed his hoodie up as the temperature in the room rose, clawing down his sides to grab his hips. He remembered the press of Jupiter’s tight grip, and he clenched, suddenly well aware that Jupiter’s come was still inside of him. If he fingered himself, no doubt he’d still find traces of how Jupiter had claimed him.

Christ.

Trev sucked one of his fingers into his mouth and grabbed himself through his shorts. The denim was drawn tight across his cock, and he rubbed along his shaft, his breathing coming faster now in little pants.

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