Page 50 of Employing Patience

“This is a one-night thing,” I tell him. “Normally, I wouldn’t even do that, but after how long you’ve edged me, I think I’m going to need it to get all this want out.”

“I know what you mean.” He glances back over his shoulder, and every time our eyes connect, I get this zap deep in my gut. It’s addictive and feels incredible—which is why I immediately look away.

“One night, huh?” he asks.

“That’s all I have to offer.”

He grins. “I know who you are. I know casual’s your style. But who’s to say you won’t be the one getting addicted to me?”

I run a hand down his back, mentally high-fiving myself when he arches into my touch. “I’m confident.”

“Let’s not forget you’re the one who demanded I come back up here.”

“And you came running like a lost puppy.”

He snorts. “I’ve discovered a new toy. Sue me.”

“I could, or … I could show you another one.”

I palm Joey’s ass cheeks, then kneel behind him and spread him wide. Leaning in, I lick a long stripe from his balls to his hole.

“What the fuck?”

My laugh is full of dark amusement. “Want me to stop?”

“I … I …”

I flick my tongue over his hole again.

“Fuck. Continue. Please. I think.”

“Let me guess—never had your hole touched before?”

“Never.”

I sneer. “You really are a straight boy. You’ve got three seconds to tell me to stop, and after that, there’s no going back.”

“Do … do you like ass play?”

“On other men? It’s my favorite. On me, occasionally, I crave it. I mostly top, though, because I like to give.”

Joey twists to try and look at me again. “Isn’t … isn’t it the other way around? Like, the bottom’s giving it up to get you off?”

I’m going to have a lot of fun educating him. “It’s different for everyone, but for me, if I’m fucking a man, it’s my job to make every inch of his body feel good. To make him beg for release. To turn him inside out and have him walk away completely sated.” I suck my thumb into my mouth, then rub Joey’s hole with it while I talk. “Topping for me isn’t about getting off. I only get to do that when my partner is completely satisfied.”

Joey shudders, fighting his body’s natural instinct to withdraw from my touch. “And whe-when you bottom?”

That’s a good question.

Instead of answering, I grab his hips to stop him from getting away and close my mouth over his opening. I lick and suck his hole and sink my teeth into his fleshy cheeks while I try to figure out what to tell him. Bottoming for me is different. There’s more connection. The few times I’ve walked away from being dicked down by a hookup have left me feeling off the next day. It’s not something I put myself through often, even if I crave it sometimes. The physical payoff isn’t worth the mental toll I end up paying.

Joey’s moans get louder as I double down on my efforts with my tongue, trying to loosen him up enough to penetrate him.

“A-Art.” He’s alternating between fighting my hold and pushing back against my face. “It’s … oh, holy shit. You’re gonna kill me. Seriously. I’m so hard it goddamn hurts.”

I swipe my tongue over him one more time before standing up behind him. He’s gone to jelly again, panting and already sweaty. I love a man who doesn’t hold back, and Joey doesn’t try to hide how turned on he is.

I wrap my arms around him and pull him upright, my cock throbbing at the feel of his naked body pressed against my clothes.

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