Page 103 of He Should Be Mine
He looks back up at me with dark eyes and flushed cheeks.
All of a sudden, I am both too hot and too cold. I thought I was going to have to give Molly far more clues, but apparently, after only seeing my cock once and having it in his mouth for a measly few minutes, he can recognize it. And that is far more wonderful than words can say.
He hugs the bright pink silicone to his chest and suddenly I’m not sad at all that the company only does garish colors.
“Oh Duckling! This is the best dildo I have ever had! My new favorite!”
My heart skips. Mission accomplished. If Riccardo is watching or somehow listening, he’ll think Molly bought himself a new toy. Only Molly and I know the truth.
Now for phase two of my debauched plan.
“The view from the balcony is really good today,” I say. “The air is very clear.”
Molly looks at me with complete bewilderment.
“You should have a look,” I add.
Still looking baffled, Molly walks over to the double doors that lead to the tiny, ridiculous version of a balcony. He opens them and steps outside. While still clutching the obscenely colored sex toy.
“Look left,” I call.
Molly obediently turns his head to the left. I see the moment he realizes. His body jolts. He has seen that with the blinds open, his bed is clearly visible from the balcony.
Molly steps back off the balcony. He whirls around with grace and darts past me as he runs to his bedroom. The door slams, not with anger, with excitement.
I lift my hand in order to run it through my hair, but I’m trembling so much that the movement is difficult. Desire, arousal, lust and satisfaction are all working together to consume me.
I didn’t expect Molly to respond immediately. I thought I might be blessed with a show tonight. The fact that he cannot wait to do this for me, that he is every bit as excited as I am… Well, the knowledge of that is destroying me. In the best possible way.
With my shaking hand, I pull my cigarettes out of my pocket. I slowly take one out. I’m making a show for the camera, as well as trying to pull myself together.
I had so many second thoughts about this crazy idea. Especially in the morning after it first planted in my mind. Another sleepless night of lying in my bed craving Molly, had somehow, in some delirium, dreamed up this small way I can have him.
Now I am so very glad I went through with it. Watching Molly take a replica of my cock is going to sate my hunger a little. Ease the pain and make it more bearable.
With a cigarette between my lips, I fish my lighter out of my pocket. Then, with a nonchalance I am not at all feeling, I stroll casually to the balcony.
I step onto the metal frame, cup my hands around my cigarette, and light it up. I inhale deeply. Then I slowlyturn my body slightly. Angling my head to the left. To where Molly’s bed is.
He steps in to view. Standing between his bed and his window. Wearing nothing but a red lacy bralette and matching panties.
I swallow tightly. I’m already hard. This is going to be torture of the most exquisite kind.
Molly moves. He undulates. He doesn’t have a pole, but he is dancing. Just for me. My own private show. And I am utterly hypnotized. Enthralled and enchanted.
How can Molly want me? Look at him. He is beyond beautiful. He is pure grace, light, and joy. I have no idea what he sees in me. I hope he knows I don’t deserve him. He is perfection, and it is an honor to breathe the same air as him.
His dance turns even more sensual. His hands slide along his body, dragging my gaze with them. Every inch of him is exquisite. Not just because of physical perfection, but because this is the flesh that holds his soul. His soul, which is the brightest thing on this whole damned earth.
He is an angel, and I am a sinner who can only pray for redemption.
His body writhes. I need to lick and explore every single curve, dip, and plane. My fingers need to trace, my tongue has to taste. I want to absorb him into my bloodstream and make him a part of me.
The dildo appears. Molly caresses it. His fingers glide over it. He makes love to it. He fucking worships it.
He slowly, slowly lowers it to the floor. He pushes it down, setting the suction cup on the base.
Fuck. I am so very glad I went for that model.
