Page 31 of A Halloween Kind of Night

Fuck yeah.

Chapter 9

Boone

I’d admit to doing my best to stay inside him for as long as I could, but by the time we stretched out on the bed with him as the little spoon, my dick had slipped out. Wynn made a soft sigh and pushed his ass back, doing nothing that said he was questioning making love with me.

He also didn’t seem to be worried about the direction the dirty talk had taken.

“You’re okay with that, right?” He paused, probably realizing that wasn’t enough information. “It wasn’t just because you thought I’d like it?”

That hadn’t helped.

So I kissed his neck and snuggled him tighter against me so he’d feel that I was happy with what we’d done…and then I tried to figure out what he was overthinking. “I need a more detailed question. We’ve done a lot in a short period of time and I can’t even begin to guess where to start.”

That got a snicker out of him. “Okay, good point. I was thinking about the fantasy and dirty talk part.”

Oh.

So we’d both been overthinking that?

I wasn’t sure if it was good to know or just cute that we worried about the same thing, but it was something I could easily answer. “I’m okay with it.”

I managed not to laugh until he huffed and started to grumble. “I hadn’t been vague on purpose, you know.”

Maybe.

“First, I was okay with everything I said. Period. Some is more fantasy than others, but I realized how comfortable you were doing stuff in that more public setting when we were back at the party. Even humping my leg didn’t faze you.”

He made a thinking sound like he’d just realized that, but it was probably more nuanced than I was picturing. “Yeah, it didn’t bother me and…and part of me was thinking that I liked getting to do something…interesting?”

That made me laugh but he simply shrugged. “Something like that. I just never found anyone to do that kind of stuff with and it was…I liked it. In the right setting, of course.”

“Yes. With the right setting, I have no issues with exploring what else we might both enjoy.” Not sure what else to explain, I shrugged. “I’m not aget naked in front of strangerskind of guy but I don’t mind fucking with you in a more public-ish setting and I think I could go further than that in a more private one.”

Wynn nodded as he tried to snuggle closer, almost burrowing under me. “You’re going to have to explain the differences to me, but I think I get most of that.”

Agreed.

“Yeah, I need to think about my limits on that, but I’m positive we can find some sexy common ground.” Slowlyrunning my fingers over his chest, I kissed the back of his head. “I think we did pretty good with that tonight.”

“Even when I kind of sprang shit on you.” Letting out a breath, he sounded disappointed with himself. “I didn’t mean for it to go that far. I thought…well, I thought it was going to be something only I realized. That probably doesn’t make it any better, but it was just for me.”

“Then Skyler let the cat out of the bag…or the pup out of the sub.” My ridiculous analogy got a snicker from Wynn.

“Yeah, it’s his fault.” Wynn seemed to love being able to blame anyone else but himself. “But you said you weren’t mad.”

“That’s right and we handled the situation, so no one needs to feel guilty. We’re just going to move forward.” The spanking and orgasm hadn’t exactly been a punishment, but it was a good way to imprint the conversation on his memory. “You do something like that again, though, and it’ll be lines and corner time.”

His sigh said he knew not to push me on that.

“You wouldn’t like not being able to come either.” My final threat was dryly delivered enough that he knew I wasn’t kidding.

Rolling over in my arms, he pressed his face right under my chin and tried to come across very apologetic. “I won’t. I have to be honest with you and ask for what I want.”

“That’s right.” Running my hand slowly over his back, I smiled as his breathing started to get deeper. “And I’m going to make sure I explain what I’m thinking and what I want too.”

Nuzzling against me as his brain started to turn off, he brushed his lips over my skin. “What…what do you want?”

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