Page 47 of Coiled Tight

He kept his hands on my thighs, fingers splayed open as tears gathered around his eyes.

“So good for me,” I breathed, the words not ones I hadn’t used before, but ones I’d almost forgotten.

Praising a sub had never just been about how it made them feel, about giving them that bolster. It was about me, too, about the power they funneled my way.

The responsibility. How easy it was to break or make a sub with only an inflection of my voice or a specific word choice.

“You’re going to make me come soon, boy.” I breathed through my nose as I yanked him harder, pulled him closer until his nose was buried against the hilt of my cock.

He grunted, body tensing. I timed the seconds I kept himthere. One, two, three, four, until his face turned a shade of soft red. Then I let him go, let him take a deep gust of air.

“I’m clear if you want to swallow,” I remembered mentioning. Something else I should’ve said before he even considered going down.

“Okay.” He pulled out to rest on his haunches. “Me, too. FYI.”

I snorted. Of course he had to add some of that brattiness of his to what was an almost perfunctory exchange.

“Come back here, then.”

It didn’t take long from there, a few thrusts into the back of his throat, and I was shooting down his throat, feeling his throat contract as he swallowed every droplet of cum he was getting.

My thighs trembled with the aftermath, with the effort to get my heart rate under control.

It had been so fucking long.

“Shower?”

“Yeah.” I breathed out.

Everything in me was screaming to drop on top of the bed, to drag him close to me, and make sure that he didn’t have any doubts about what this was. I didn’t do casual. I didn’t do a hookup or a blowjob that would never again be discussed. Or a scene. Or… whatever. I didn’t know where his head was at, and I wasn’t so far gone that I was imagining a fairy tale happening before my very eyes, but…

But showering took precedence. We had shit to do, and a particularly meddling man waiting to entertain us—and grill Cam, if I knew him as well as I knew I did.

“Together? You said it was a shared bathroom. Just saying. Unless…”

I could’ve toppled down in relief. “Together is good.”

Cam’s eyes glinted with the joy of a fucking Christmas tree. “Yeah?”

“Yeah.” I caressed his cheek once more. His lips glistened with a mix of cum and saliva. He looked debauched, yet pure. “Can I kiss you?”

“Your cock already did.” He shrugged. “Might as well.”

“Brat.”

It wasn’t an admonishment, even though it should be. No, it sounded like endearment. Like a terrible idea I wasn’t putting a stop to.

“You all say that.” Cam huffed. “I’m adorable.”

“Right.” I pinched his waist before he had more ideas. “No turning the bathroom into a fucking sauna.”

“A man after my own heart.”

There was no way I’d get hung up on the way my stomach fluttered at those words.

Nope.

I was on a mission here, one that consisted of getting us undressed, dragging a certain boy to the shower, and getting him on the tiled floor before he got any other ideas to delay us even further.