Page 30 of Fixate

“No, it’s not all I heard. But it is rather important. Do you find yourself wanting to do more than just look at my cock?”

“Well…” I let my voice trail off.

He pulled on my arm. It wasn’t hard enough to force me to move. More like he was encouraging me to fully face him again.

Doing as he asked, I rolled until we were face to face. I waited to see what he’d do next because I had no fucking clue what was happening.

“You’re curious, aren’t you? Am I the first you’ve wanted to explore?”

Unable to break eye contact with him, I nodded slowly. My mouth was too dry to speak. My muscles tightened to the point of pain. It was like I was preparing for a fight, even though I knew that wasn’t what was happening.

I might have been clueless in a lot of ways, but I knew desire when I saw it. Pharrell wanted me. Or at least, he wanted me to do something.

“What an honor, mon chou. To be the man who has gathered your interest,” he said softly. He was still touching my arm, his fingers loosely gripping me, though there was no need.

“This isn’t what I do. It’s not. I don’t know what’s happening here.” The words burst out of me, a confession between us.

Pharrell hummed, then shifted to his back. At the loss of his hand, I nearly whined. Why did his touch feel so good? And why did I already crave it?

As I watched, he pulled the blanket down to reveal all the gorgeous inches of his body. His cock stood proudly, a beacon guiding my desire.

“Touch me. Explore how you’d like. I promise to keep as still as I am now. You have free reign,” he said.

My gaze whipped to his. “You’re serious. I can just… touch.”

“Touch. Smell. Lick. Taste. All of them are options. I only ask that you don’t bite. It is not on my list of pleasurable activities.”

“Can I see the list?”

His smile turned wicked. “It’s not an actual list, I’m afraid. But I could write them out for you. Another time maybe.”

I gave him a nod, then rose up to inspect him closer. He was giving me the freedom to do as I pleased. And I could tell he wasn’t judging me. In fact, I felt like he was encouraging me more than anything. Like he wanted me to show him just how fascinated he made me.

Moving to a kneeling position, I hovered over him simply looking for a minute. He remained still like he said he would.The only part of him that didn’t — and really seemed like it couldn’t — was his cock. It swayed and jerked, each movement seeming to come from how I let my hungry eyes take him in.

When I’d had my fill, I leaned forward to catch his scent. We’d been close enough before for me to know he smelled nice. The closer I inched to him, the more I realized nice wasn’t the right word.

Electrifying.

Arousing.

Delicious.

Even those didn’t do him justice. I wanted to be surrounded by his scent. I needed more of it.

Without overthinking it, I buried my face in the crease of his thigh. My nose nudged at his balls. I took a deep breath, scenting him.

I heard the way he gasped. Felt the way he trembled beneath me.

Pulling back, I turned to look his way. From this angle, I saw everything. The lust. The longing. How he couldn’t look away from me.

“Is this ok?”

“Yes! God, yes, mon chou. I love this attention from you. Please, continue. As I said, I’m yours to play with.”

I believed every word he said. No one could fake desire at that level.

The next few minutes, I spent trailing my nose around his body. From his groin to his pits, and even his hair. I wanted to find out what each of the pieces of him smelled like.