Page 29 of Weston & Cyrus
That had him going very still, and I did my best not to show how nervous I was as I waited for him to function again.
Thirty seconds.
Not his record for being ridiculous by a long stretch, so I counted that as a win as he opened his eyes fully.
“I…I did a good job?” That seemed like a positive direction for the conversation and one I could easily agree with.
“You did.” Now how to respond? “That was an amazing orgasm and I loved seeing how deep you went in the scene.”
It showed he trusted me even though he might’ve forgotten that when his head started to clear.
“It’s been a long time since I felt that free…that good.” Swallowing, he let out a slightly nervous breath but seemed to be doing his best not to panic. “You…you make it easy to relax.”
I wasn’t sure that was the word I’d have used but it wasn’t a bad one.
“I’m glad.” Going back to stroking his head with my free hand, I kept him looking at me just in case. “I think that’s because we know each other so well and you could sense how much I liked our scene.”
That got me another rough swallow but he didn’t panic or go silent for long. “Are you mad at me that I didn’t tell you about it before?”
“No.” Maybe I should’ve been but I could see how we’d ended up not talking about it. “I’m glad I got to know what you needed, though, and I’m glad it’s not something that I was uncomfortable with. I’d kind of worried about that part. I knew there was something I was missing but I couldn’t figure out what it was.”
He’d hidden that desire pretty thoroughly.
“I didn’t want you to know because I didn’t want you to worry every time something embarrassing came up.” Licking his lips nervously, Weston relaxed into my hand. “It…it became an issue in college with a roommate. He was confused-straight not straight-straight, and I didn’t realize the difference.”
“Oh.” I’d run into that before and they weren’t always the most stable individuals.
“Yeah.” Weston scrunched his face up and sighed, but he also curled his legs up under him and snuggled into me. “We got drunk one night and he shared what he was into and I shared, and it was never the same after that.”
Idiot.
The roommate, not Wessie.
“He wasn’t attractive at all, not looks or personality, and we even had vastly different kinks, so there was nothing there, but he kept thinking I wasperving on him.” Rolling his eyes, Weston huffed. “His words, not mine.”
“And it sounded like dating after that didn’t get any better.” I couldn’t relate to having an issue with it, but people had different kinks and fears. “So you learned to be very careful.”
Nodding, he let out a happy sound as I relaxed my hold so he could rest his head on my thigh. “Yeah, and you were nice and we just clicked, so I didn’t want to fuck anything up by making you uncomfortable.”
Because even some of the Doms he’d run into had obviously been uncomfortable with it.
They were idiots too.
“And then we got stuck in our rut, I guess you could say, and we didn’t talk about that kind of stuff beyond surface things.” It was entirely too easy to do and I hadn’t ever wanted to push him. “But we’re past that now and we’re not going to worry about what happened before.”
Weston let out a slightly ragged breath but seemed to believe me as he rubbed his cheek against my thigh absentmindedly. “Okay, but you’d tell me if you were upset.”
He was going to worry about that for a long time.
Fuck.
“I go hang out with the littles a couple of times a month at the club when you’re working late.” It wasn’t something I was ashamed of but my reasoning made me feel silly sometimes. “Are you going to be mad at me because I kept it from you?”
Frowning, Weston looked thoughtful, not upset. “Because they’re not pushing you to have sexual contact the first time they meet you and they’re easy to hang out with? Most seem to have nice Daddies too?”
“Yeah.” I gave a half shrug. “Some of the other Doms at the club think it’s odd because I don’t want a little.”
I wanted someone a bit naughtier than they usually came, and I’d kind of had a thing for someone else for a long time.
