Page 29 of Peep

“Alright, calm down, little lion. How about I let you ask me three questions, and I get three in return?”

“That sounds a hell of a lot like a game, Jahmar.” He squints at me like he literally wants me dead.

“Not really. I’m just trying to get to know you. If I’m going to confess all my sins, don’t I deserve something in return?”

He huffs before sitting back down, arms crossed this time. Considering I’ve been winding him up, his cock is still raging hard and weeping for me.

“I’ll go first.”

He nods at me to continue, gripping his lower lip between his teeth.

“Have you told anyone about what you saw?”

“No, my turn,” he snaps. “Is the man alive?”

Interesting first question. Not why. Maybe he’s trying to figure out if he’s trapped in a sauna with a serial killer.

“He’s alive and kicking, don’t worry. I’m not a murderer.”

Anders’ eyebrows draw together, clearly confused about what my motives are.

“When did you start stalking me?” I shoot my question at him before he has a chance to think.

“I-I’m not, why would I? I mean, come on, it’s because—” he stutters, cheeks growing a deeper shade of pink; god, I love that blush. He closes his eyes and takes a measured breath.

He seems to have a real issue with being called a stalker; it gets him in a tizzy every time. I don’t see what the issue is. He should own it. I thrive off him watching me.

Anders gathers himself enough to respond. “I wasn’t stalking you,per se. I was suspicious of you after you joked about having a dead body in that trunk. And maybe a tiny bit curious. I’d never stalk or hurt anyone. I’ve just always enjoyed watching people. I know it’s weird, but you chop off balls for fun, so you can shove your judgment where the sun doesn’t shine.” By the time he's finished his rambles, he’s panting. Fuck, maybe the sauna wasn’t the best place for such an intense chat. “Also, you knew I was watching from the start, so it really can’t be considered stalkingif you’re getting off on it and insist on shoving all sorts up your arse for my entertainment.”

“Are you done?” I smirk, gently stroking up my length.

That fierce scowl and rosy cheeks drive me wild. He’s pretty when he’s flustered. It’s the complete opposite of how he was bossing me around on the phone a few nights ago.

Anders nods, then surprises me by grabbing his own cock and tugging on it aggressively. He’s like an untamable beast right now, and it’s all because of me. The aggressive masturbation must do the trick because his shoulders sink, and his hand eases up, stroking it at a more reasonable pace after a minute.

Damn, that’s hot. Angry masturbation, new kink, maybe?

“Ok, little lion, next question,” I gently encourage.

“Did he ask you to do the procedure, like was he there out of choice?”

“That sounded like two questions, but I’ll let you off this time. No, he didn’t ask, and it wasn’t his choice.”

Anders’ eyes widen, and he releases his cock, forming fists at the side of his legs. Is he afraid of me?

Before he has a chance to spiral, I ask my last question. “Are you falling for me, Anders?”

“I can’t answer that,” he says barely above a whisper.

“Why can’t you?” My heart squeezes before fireworks erupt throughout my chest, pounding so hard it could split my chest.

“Because everything depends on the answer to my final question.”

“Ok, ask me.”

His stare is so intense it feels as if he’s pulled my intestines out and is tugging them in every direction.

“Why did you do it?”

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