Page 32 of Contingently Yours
He’s panting so hard now, I want to ask him if he truly thinks anyone would believe that pathetic lie. Uncle Lou, we need a sign for where Lucas lives. Denial—population one.
The mattress shifts when I give him a faster stroke. His other arm moves to his pillow and grips it tight. My thigh is sandwiched in between his, where it’s feeling heat it’s never felt before.
It is the mecca of his Chia insulation. How can someone so confounding feel so damn cozy?
I’m basically angry-stroking him at this point, swirling his fluids over his tip and greasing them down his super vein to give me better traction. It’s become personal.
Didn’t like it? He’s so full of shit. I saw the way his Speedo was tented and was gracious enough not to bring it up.
I’ve been turned down before. I can handle it, but not from Lucas. My pride couldn’t take it. Given the way he’s gone rigid as a post and is huffing like he ran a flight of stairs, I don’t think I have to worry much longer. I’ve hit the nail on the head and he knows it.
“Yeah,” I taunt at his ear. “Mybig tougharmy guy likes to let go and have his man take charge of him. Don’t worry,” I whisper with another squeeze. “I won’t tell anyone your secret.”
“You…you’re an ass,” he rasps.
Reaching out from under my pillow, I catch a grip on his hair. The second I tug, he groans. It’s the sound of victory. I let my laughter flow right into his ear.
“But what youreallymean is, ‘Andrew, don’t stop.’ Just say it, Lucas. Tell me you want me to get you off. Tell me that’swhy you’re doing that mouth-breathing thing you do every time I touch you.”
I swallow as soon as the words are out, realizing how obscene this has become, how obsceneI’vebecome, but then he shudders. Violently. Just from my suggestion.
Holy fuck. I’m right. He doesn’t want me to stop.
I mean, I know I thought it, but thinking it and seeing this much confirmation of it are two different things.
I can only describe the haze that clouds my brain and vision as an overdose of smugness filtering over me from Lucas’ needy pheromones. I own him. At this moment, I own him.
Rubbing my thumb over his slimy tip, I give his ear lobe a little nip with my teeth. “I bet I can make you come, Lucas. Do you want me to make you come?”
I didn’t know my voice could sound like a sex villain, but it has Lucas gasping and his hips twitching. His shoulder flexes from squeezing his pillow in a vise grip.
“Shut…I…you…”
God. He can’t even speak anymore. I’ve never rendered anyone speechless.
A soft moan filters in through the wall from next door. Keenan is my guess. And here I thought he was the quiet one. The added sensory effect has Lucas’ cock flexing in my grip. Weird.
Weird that I’m still holding it. Weird that it doesn’t feel weird anymore. Fucking rude as hell that he’s flexing from another man’s noises when hisboyfriendis holding his cock. I give him another stroke to remind him who got him hard.
“Let me make you come, sweetheart. They don’t have to be the only ones enjoying themselves on this trip. You’ve got your own man here to take care of you. Don’t you?”Stroke. Squeeze.“Don’t you?”
I didn’t know a man’s whimpers could be just as arousing as a woman’s. The peculiar noise he makes, though, has my balls tingling. Power must be a turn on.
“Don’t you?” I repeat, letting my lips brush against his ear.
“Y-yeah.”
W-wait.
What?
I replay what I just said because I don’t even know what in the hell I’m saying at this point. I think I just asked him if he wants me to make him come and…I think he just…begged.
My head has gone light. My cock bucks against his chastity pillow as I suck in a breath.
Holy shit. He’d actually let me make him come.I’dactually make him come. Wouldn’t I?
Er…no! Of course not. Why would I do that?
