Page 25 of Stirring Up Trouble
My cock bobbed between my legs, and I quickly wrapped my fist around it. Ihadto stroke one out.
There was no way I would make it through the late dinner if I didn't, and I couldn't let him see the effect he had on me. Couldn't let him know how tangled up I'd become.
With each pump of my fist, I climbed higher and higher. I pictured Blaze's mouth ticking up into a grin like I'd seen that first night. I heard his voice echoing in my ear telling me that my orgasm washis. I felt his hands on my hips, and his breath against my neck.
It was all in my head of course. He wasn't there with me. I was alone.
But the way my body broke open at the daydream was enough to have me crooning and coming all over the tile wall.
My breaths were heavy as the high wore down.
My cock was still hard, still ready.
I hadn't had this much of a refractory period in ages. Mostly because I didn't have any type of reaction.
So much for a broken libido.If anything, it was in fucking overdrive.
I took a quick shower after that, not wanting to use up all the hot water that others would need. Then I dressed and made my way back downstairs.
I pulled my phone out as I dropped into a chair in the living room. I needed to kill some time while the others cleaned up. Ms. Connie was singing in the kitchen, and while I could join her, I didn't want to impose.
After randomly checking emails and seeing if there were any messages from Griffin about the practice, I decided to open the Daddy on Demand app again. I had casually looked through it before, even making the effort to create a profile so I could access all the features. This time, I wanted to see if maybe there was someone who would interest me. Maybe there was someone who could take my mind off Blaze Anders.
When I started going through profiles, I winced. There weren't many options from what I could see, and they all appeared to be guys who didn't do it for me. My body didn't call out for any of them.
At least they didn't until a familiar face popped up on the screen.
Holy shit.
It was Blaze in all his cowboy glory. My heart skidded to a stop as I looked over his interests. It was pretty vague, though I could sense he had been at this a while. My thoughts wereconfirmed when I got to the bottom, and he said his partner's pleasure was his primary focus after spending years as a Daddy.
I melted into the couch as I read the words. I wanted to know what it was like for him. I wanted to be that partner he spoke of.
Quicker than I could overthink it, I swiped to select his profile. It didn't show that we were a match, but maybe it would alert him that I was interested. I still didn't know how this all worked.
Why didn’t the website have a fucking FAQ section or something? Not all of us were kink geniuses who could navigate this stuff.
At least I got my answer about whether or not he was open to men. I didn't care if he was gay, bi, or pan. I was just curious as hell to know more about him in general.
I closed the app because I knew no other profile would interest me now. It was useless to even try.
Would he see that I had selected him before dinner? Would we be a match and he’d ask me for more? Could this take away his grumpy exterior? And how the hell would a dynamic like that work between us?
He had listed himself as a Daddy on his profile. I hadn't put anything on mine because I was still unsure. I didn't think I had a Daddy nature in me, but I also didn't feel little like some of the guys at the ranch were.
My brain whirled with options as I stood to go into the kitchen. I didn't want to be alone anymore. Ms. Connie was perfect company. She saw my expression upon entering and immediately sat me down with a biscuit and some butter.
"Bread always helps, honey," she said before she got back to finishing the meal prep.
I stuffed my mouth as I listened to her sing verses about joy and happiness, then sorrow and grief. The more she went on, the calmer I felt. Well, I was, until Blaze came into the kitchen.
Where the hell had Bobby Allen and Elton gone?I didn’t want to face this man alone.
But then I remembered the glances they had thrown at one another. The pair was likely having a private moment without anyone else around after spending the day running in circles around each other. I couldn't blame them. If I had someone special, then I would be doing the same.
Not wanting to see if there was any type of recognition in Blaze's gaze, I took the plate that Ms. Connie offered me and went to the table. I dropped into the spot that I had been using, my focus on eating and eating only.
Blaze seemed to do the same. Eventually, when Bobby Allen and Elton made their way into the room, they too ate in silence. Ms. Connie was the only one who had anything to say as she went on and on about the day's events on the ranch.
