Page 2 of Control Freak

“No.” I was sure he could hear the smile in my voice. “But it works.”

Shiloh smiled, eyes playful. “Good, because I was thinking you could tell me what to do about it.”

“You could start by taking off your T-shirt.”

“You don’t like it?” He pouted and arched, making his tight fuchsia T-shirt outline his pecs.

“You know I do,” I said. “It’s a great color on you.”

He plucked at his nipples through the fabric, drawing out the anticipation. My mouth watered. Shiloh cast me a mischievous look as he drew the tip of his pointer finger down the center of his chest. Lower, lower, all the way to the thick belt at his waist. He spread his legs a little, the better to draw my gaze to the bulge in his jeans.

Shiloh had told me once that taking off his clothes, item by item, was part of the thrill for viewers. He turned it into an art form. One that built anticipation to a fever pitch. In his public shows, he could get guys off before he’d even touched himself. With me, he usually teased a little less.

But he alwaysteasedenough to bring out my controlling side.

“Show me your skin,” I ordered. “Now.”

Shiloh bit his bottom lip, eyes fluttering shut. “Yes, sir.”

He peeled the T-shirt over his head, exposing his slim torso. His nipples were red from the treatment he’d given them, standing out against his pale skin. An intentional move on his part, I was sure.

I drank in the rise and fall of his chest greedily. The flush of color climbing his throat, a sure sign of his arousal. The darkening of his eyes.

“You’re beautiful,” I rasped.

His lips quirked. “You always tell me that. I wish you’d turn on your camera one day. Maybe I could return the favor.”

“You’re out of my league,” I said dryly. “But nice try.”

He laughed, his voice almost musical. “I don’t know, Holden. If your voice is this hot, the rest of you is probably sexy as hell too.”

“My voice isn’t anything special,” I said dismissively.

“Are you kidding? Your voice drives me to distraction. I hear it in my head every time I jerk off.”

In public shows? In private sessions with other men? My gut tightened uncomfortably. I doubted Shiloh needed to jerk off privately when he could get paid so nicely to do so. But I’d rather not think about those other people who got a piece of him. Right now, he was mine.

“Suck on that Ring Pop. Get it good and wet. You’re going to run it over your nipples, get them sticky and sweet for me.”

Shiloh visibly shuddered. “You see what you do to me?”

He raised the Ring Pop, sucking it into his mouth, swirling his tongue around the candy until it was shiny with spit. Then he lowered it and rubbed it over his left nipple.

His lips parted with a soft breath.

“How’s that feel?” I asked.

“Sticky,” he said. “A little dirty. Wish you could put your mouth on me and suck it off.”

My pulse thudded in my hard cock. “Me too. Do the other one now.”

He raised the candy, just licking at it sloppily this time, and lowered it to rub over his right nipple.

“Mm. So sweet,” I said. “Should we get your cock all sticky too? Your hole?”

His breath quickened. “You’re not going to make me fuck myself with my own Ring Pop, are you?”

“Would you refuse?”