Page 55 of Beau Pair
“You’re such a tease!” he grumbles after me.
I touch my chin to my shoulder to look back at him and grin.
“Of course I am. Just because I gave it to you so quickly doesn’t mean I don’t get to torture you.”
“Not fair. Also, if you consider a month of teasing giving it up quickly, then I’m not sure you know the definition of quickly,” he says, a glisten entertaining his gaze.
“Whatever. Consider it payback for not letting me touch myself for an entire day,” I say, and walk to the kitchen, swaying my ass to torment him even further.
“God!” he whines. “Now I know what torture porn means.”
I burst out laughing, but I don’t stop what I’m doing.
By the time I sit down with fresh popcorn, Gordon has chosen a new show.Warrior Nun.
“God, I hope you’re not overtly religious,” I tell him, “because it looks fucking good. And blasphemous.”
“Fuck no,” he replies, and nuzzles up next to me.
He presses play, and before the show even loads, he puts his hand in the bowl to get some popcorn and tosses it in his mouth. Then he returns his hand to the bowl area, but instead, touches my dick under it.
I take his hand in mine and push it away from me then chuck some popcorn in my mouth.
He tries to kiss my neck next, but I push his head away.
“Shh, I’m watching. You’re missing all the setup,” I say, giving him the side-eye.
“Fine,” Gordon says, and turns his head to the TV.
It doesn’t take him long to try it on again. But I wasn’t kidding when I told him I don’t like distractions when I watch TV. Even if said distractions are fucking gorgeous like him.
By the time the episode ends, Gordon has given up, but when he sees the credits, a bright smile makes an appearance on his face.
“Boy, you’re a tease!” he says. “Now can I touch you?”
“I want to watch the next one,” I tell him. “Do you?”
Gordon nods.
“Yeah. It was good,” he replied, and just as the next episode loads automatically, Gordon comes down for a kiss. He takes the remote out of my hands and pauses it, then he bites his lip. “But before that, I’m fucking you, because you’re giving me some serious blue balls.”
I pout, and pretend I’m offended by the idea, but Gordon sees through it and takes the almost empty bowl off my lap and grabs at my pajamas. He pulls them down with my underwear in one swift motion. My dick springs up to join the action.
“I’ll get the lube and condoms,” he says, and literally runs upstairs.
“You gotta be kidding me,” he says when he comes back down, and I’ve put the episode back on play.
I haven’t bothered pulling my pants up.
“Come on, shhh, you can fuck me after this one.” I pat the space next to me, and he collapses on it with his spoils.
He’s learned his lesson, so he doesn’t try to touch me, but I can see him looking at my dick with want until he also becomes so engrossed in the show that he forgets about it.
When the credits roll, he snatches the remote away from me and turns the TV off, then slides the remote across the floor.
“Now we fuck,” he says, like some sort of caveman, and yeah, admittedly, that makes my boner spring back up.
He kneels in front of me and takes my semi-hard cock in his mouth, moaning in pleasure.
