Page 27 of Instant Bond

“I don’t know, I feel like it will be obvious.”

“You worry too much,” I told him, but his nervous paranoia was cute. I asked when his appointment was, and told him I’d be there to pick him up 45 minutes earlier than that.

“How’s all the event stuff going for you guys?” He asked.

I gave him the basic rundown of everything that had happened, leaving out the extraneous details I knew would bore him. I also left out the part about Lucas needing to be peeled off my door by hotel security. I didn’t want him knowing the model in the picture he’d been so upset by was staying in the same hotel as I was.

“Sounds like you’re doing a really good job at keeping everything in line,” he praised me. I couldn’t help but scoff.

“I didn’t really have anything to do with organizing this. They just want me here as a face for the brand.”

“Well, still. I’m kind of in awe that you’re so important.”

“I’m not important,” I corrected him. “You’re important.”

“Stop,” he giggled. “You’re so corny.”

His giggle was so cute. I couldn’t help but imagine his lovely body cuddled under his blanket in cute pajamas. The memory of nudging his pajama pants down his hips to discover the panties I’d given to him burst into my head, instantly stiffening my cock.

“I really miss your scent,” I admitted, wishing it was something I could bottle and take with me whenever I had to be away from him. “I want you here with me.”

“What do I smell like?” He asked, but his voice had taken on a husky edge, like I knew it did when he was starting to get turned on.

“Sweet and warm,” I told him. “Like fresh sugar cookies.”

“That’s not sexy,” he complained. “Cookies aren’t sexy. Why can’t I ever be sexy?”

“Your scent, and you, are very, very sexy.”

“Really?”

“I’m so hard for you right now, I can barely stand it,” I said. It wasn’t an exaggeration.

“R-really?” He asked, sounding shocked and a bit squeaky. “You are?”

“Just for you, baby boy. I know if you were here, you’d take care of me. Wouldn’t you?”

“Yeah, I would.” His sweet voice was a little breathless now. “I would do anything you wanted me to.”

His eager willingness to please me had even more arousal coursing down my body. Shifting onto my back, I took my cock into my hand to try and relieve some of the pressure.

“You’re so perfect. I can’t wait until I have you in my bed, all to myself.”

“W-what would you do to me if I was with you right now?”

“Remember when you told me I couldn’t tease you, when you begged me just to take you and relieve your heat?”

“Yeah.” I could hear his breath coming in soft pants now.

“When I undressed you and saw how wet you were, what I really wanted was to worship you with my tongue. To lick up every drop of slick you’d given me. Your hole is so pretty, I almost couldn’t resist.”

“Oh my god,Karter.” His voice came out in an embarrassed whine.

“Would you like that? Getting your pretty little hole teased until I press my tongue in you?”

“Yes.” His answer was barely audible. His cheeks were probably streaked with embarrassment, his face shoved in a pillow. The mental image sent a wave of possessive protectiveness washing over me.

“Do you want to touch yourself, baby boy? If I can’t have you, I want to hear you whimpering and coming for me.”

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