Page 27 of Blackmail
What we do have is today. I intend to make our time together count.
“I’m going to say something I never thought I would, but do you know where my husband kept the condoms?”
“Oh. Uh, yeah. That’s a weird fucking question.” He laughs, and I can’t help but join him.
Because he’s not wrong. It’s weird.
But then he says, “The dresser, I think. Top drawer.”
After a few moments of wrestling with that stupid top drawer, I find them. Tony didn’t take everything when he moved. The drawer is still full of socks and underwear. The box is in the back corner, under an unopened package of boxer shorts.
Back at the foot of the bed, Simon hasn’t moved. His gaze tracks me as I move toward him, pulling my shirt over my head. As I shuck my lounge pants and boxer briefs. Those gorgeous patches of crimson spread across his body. Down to his hard cock.
“Do you always look like this when you’re turned on?”
He shrugs and reaches down to stroke himself.
“Stop.”
A frustrated growl leaves his throat, but his hand stops moving. “You’re taking way too long to fuck me. I’m going to die of old age over here.”
Which only makes me want to force him to wait longer. He grins and squirms on the bed, clearly trying to entice me. It’s working. Almost. And it makes me laugh.
How many men have gotten to see him this way? Deliciously flushed with arousal, and also a little bit silly?
While I don’t begrudge him his profession, and I’m aware not everyone comes into this world with the privilege I have, I don’t enjoy the sour feeling in my gut when I think of the men who’ve come before me. Men who treated him like a commodity. The ones who didn’t care about his pleasure.
None of those men deserved him.
And you think you do?
I ignore the voice in my head and stand back up to roll on the condom. Suddenly it’s as if my cock is being strangled. “Jesus Christ, is his dick this small?”
That’s the best laugh I’ve gotten from him so far. It’s breathy and uncontrolled and real. “That’s…” He sputters. “Oh, I’m sorry. It’s not funny. All dicks are beautiful, and it’s all about how you—” Wheeze. “—use them.”
“Is that the line you use when the guy’s got a tiny dick?”
“I mean…no. I’m being serious. It’s not all about the size. Unless you’re a selfish lover. Then all you’ve got is size.”
The less said about Tony’s selfishness the better, but we both know it’s true. And I shouldn’t allow that to inflate my ego, but it does.
The good news is I’m so hard that I don’t think the condom would affect my performance. But I wouldn’t exactly call it comfortable.
Simon props himself up with his arms behind him, still laughing. “Fuck’s sake, take that thing off. I’m on PrEP. I also never fuck around with clients without protection.”
“You’re saying I’m not a client?” I nearly growl the words.
He bats his eyelashes. “Our dinner date was over a long time ago. Sir.”
“I got tested when I found out about Tony.” I’m already ripping the damn thing off.
“Good.” He rolls onto all fours. “Now, hurry up and destroy me for all other men or whatever you promised you were going to do.”
“You roll back over and do it now. We are not using the same position I caught you and Tony in.” If I also get to see his big eyes staring up at me this way, that’s only a bonus.
Simon flips again, spreading his legs for easy access. “Okay, here I am. Destroy me, Daddy.”
I roll my eyes. “Tell me to stop if I do something you don’t like.”
