Page 27 of A Halloween Kind of Night

I earned my reward, so I got to have anything on the list…and I couldn’t worry about being selfish.

“That’s right.” Boone’s thumb slowly made circles over my hole as he hummed happily. “You could ask to get a blow job, or you could ask to be fucked a certain way.”

Before I could ask what way, he answered.

“You might want to be bent over the kitchen table or to ride me.” Still thinking through all the options, Boone’s brain couldn’t seem to resist teasing me with other wonderful ones. “You might want to jerk yourself off…while I watched, of course…or you might want me to use a toy on you.”

His mind worked really fast…or maybe he’d just been putting the list together for a while?

I might’ve asked or just blurted out something random, but his thumb eased inside of me chasing away all the thoughts. I moaned, but that was the extent of what I could get out. But luckily for us, Boone was fully functional.

Naked.

Hard.

Sexy.

But fully functional.

“We’ll make a fun list with a good variety of options. You didn’t mind being watched at the coffee shop, so you might like being watched while you play with yourself.” Barely pumping his thumb in and out, he made another thoughtful sound like we were planning our schedule for the week. “We might need to list out watching while you play with your cock and watching while you fuck yourself with a toy separately, though.”

His brain was a fascinating place.

“Either way, we’ll make sure it’s something you really look forward to.” He paused and I heard more of the dirty lotion sound. “And every time we figure out something else new that you like, we can talk about adding it to the reward chart.”

I really liked rewards.

“What…what if I…” Fuck. That was lube. “God, Boone.”

His chuckle was low and wicked. “What were you saying?”

He was such a dick.

“What…” Had I been going to say something? “What was that?”

“Lube.” His smart-ass response didn’t explain how he could put lube in me without taking out his finger. “It’s a syringe full of lube. I read about them online and picked up a few. I was curious.”

The weird shit he was curious about definitely worked in my favor.

“You were going to ask me something.” His thumb eased out of me just long enough for two fingers to slide in. “If you don’t ask me, I’m going to stop getting you ready so you can think.”

Ugh.

He was such a brat.

He’d do it too.

Fuck.

Okay, I could do it.

Oh.

Fuck.

“Um, I…” God. He had such good fingers. “I was going to ask if I could…if I could ask to suck on you for a reward.”

If I’d been nervous about asking that before, with his fingers in me, all my hesitation fled.

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