Page 86 of Why Cruise

“First rule…”

“Second,” he cut me off. I leaned to the side to see his face. He quoted me “‘I’d rather you not diminish…’”

“Point to you,” I nodded, “Second rule, then.” I teased him with light touches until my fingers rested on his belt buckle. He struggled not to pant.

“I am not going to play ‘mother may I?’ games with you.” He made a questioning sound, twisting to see me. I pitched my voice high and whining. “That coy ‘oh no, stop, don’t’ thing? When that’s the opposite of what you want? That bores me. No. Stop. Don’t. They all mean exactly what they mean. So does ‘wait’. I trust you to communicate where you’re at, Theo. Am I clear?”

“Crystal… Sir.”

I couldn’t help but growl softly in his ear. With my right hand, I pushed the tail of his belt through the loop.

“No. Stop. Don’t. Wait.” I repeated his options.

I yanked on his belt with more force than I needed and just held it there.

“No? Stop? Don’t? Wait?” I put a questioning lilt into my voice. He shifted from foot to foot, almost dancing as frustration built.

“Please,” he finally said, all breathy but determined.

“Please what?”

“Sir.” His response was immediate.

“Mmm. Thank you. But that’s not what I meant. What are you asking for so nicely with that please?”

“I, ah, well, um,” he stammered. It was adorable.

“Too big of a question? How about I tell you what I want and then we can do that pros and cons list?” He snorted and sank into me a little. Not relaxing, not exactly. It was something else. Trust maybe? “I want you to stand here, nice and quiet, while I stroke your cock and make you come.”

“Fuck. Yes. That. I want that.”

“So, no pros and cons list?”

“Please.”

“Please what?”

“Please, si…” He stopped himself and second guessed. “Please stroke my cock and make me come. Sir.”

“Oh Theo. I would have taken a ‘please sir’, but that was much better.”

He made a sound that would have been a laugh if he wasn’t so needy. I flicked his belt open and undid the button. But that was all I did, going back to teasing along the line of his waistband.

A thought hit me and went straight to my dick, making it harder than it was, if that was possible.

“Has Mackenzie picked out her favorite pair on you yet?” I pinched the waistband and dragged it down an inch to make the point clear.

“Fuck,” he said like he didn’t want to admit it, “yes.” I felt the eye roll.

“Are these mine?” I dipped all my fingers behind the waistband but didn’t move lower. Theo answered me with a nod. The memory of a dull tapping rang in my head. “I like having something of mine on your body.”

“Fuck.” He said to himself and hung his head. I kicked his left foot, forcing a slightly wider stance. His head snapped right back up.

I slid my hand into his boxers and down the front of his leg. I drew circles on his inner thigh until he moaned. Then I gripped his cock with my full palm. He shouted a curse, clamped his own hand over his mouth, but almost immediately returned it to the rail. His knee gave out on the second stroke. I wrapped my other arm around him, holding him up.

“Theo,” now I was practically moaning. He felt that good in my hand, hard, slippery with slick, pressed against me. “So… not small?”

“I…” He was cut off by a moan. I stroked him slowly, enjoying every inch.

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