Page 22 of Hiding From Laughter

Micha

Ashton’s wide-eyed shock said he hadn’t really meant to say that, but I couldn’t help fucking with him. “It seems like you have.”

I knew he had based on his responses to the limits list, but the surprise seemed to have knocked loose a few brain cells because he just blinked at me. It was a good enough reaction to keep going, so I slowly hung up the spray and positioned it so we could get cleaned off. “Come here, baby.”

The nut moaned, then realized how he’d reacted to the order and pouted. “You make that sound so…but you’re going to…”

I wasn’t sure how he was going to finish that sentence and I wasn’t sure he knew how he was going to either. What he did know was how to sigh and slowly inch closer while his cock made a damned good effort to get hard again even though that was impossible.

Another dry orgasm…well…that wasn’t impossible.

“Don’t make me wait.”

The way I dropped my voice lower got a shiver from him and his pout got more dramatic, lip sticking out so sexily I wanted to nibble on it.

“That’s cheating.”

His tone was whiny but he reached over and gave his cock a tug, giving his true feelings away. “You’re making me needy and stupid.”

Yep.

And it was sexy as fuck.

When he was finally standing in front of me, half-hard and licking his lips, I reached out slowly and stroked his cheek with my fingers. “I like you needy and stupid. That’s when I know exactly how dirty my boy is.”

He wanted to throw something at me.

He wanted to whine.

He definitely wanted to come again.

So he sighed and rolled his eyes.

My sexy drama queen.

“I don’t have to talk about it.”

Crossing his arms over his chest, he gave me an adorable glare and huffed. “It’s in my contract.”

He loved being able to say that.

“You’re right.”

And I loved that it didn’t mean I had to stop talking. That was in my contract. “But I can still tell you how much I love it when you’re needy and stupid.”

That was not helping his drama or his arousal issue.

At the very least, his dick liked it.

So I focused on that part and grabbed it with my free hand, using his half-hard handle to tug him closer. “I love it when you’re so needy and stupid all your thoughts come rambling out.”

As he moaned and shivered, I kept him moving and positioned him under the spray. He wasn’t as dirty as I’d imagined he might be, but he was still covered in things that definitely needed to be cleaned off.

Or he’d complain.

A lot.

“Hands on the wall.”

He grumbled at the order, but he also complied too easily for the mumbled complaints to count.

Sexy as fuck.

“Push your ass out.”

Running my hands down his back as the water streamed over him, I couldn’t help rocking my soft cock against his ass. “I don’t use you like this nearly enough at home.”

“Because I’m too short. You basically have to spear me with your dick to get me high enough to fuck.”

His tone was grumbly but his shivers said he was enjoying the attention. “I’m pretty sure you were holding me up to fuck at the very end.”

Yep.

He and I were at two very different ends of the height spectrum and were a bit like a live action meme, but he loved it and I loved him. Still, he had to be punished for his snark, so I pinched the underside of his ass and grinned as he squeaked. “Your toes barely touched the floor and I was fucking you so hard your whole body shook.”

And that got another sexy shiver from him as he pushed his ass back to beg for more attention.

“You were laughing and begging and so helpless you couldn’t control anything. I don’t even think you know half of what you said.”

Squeezing his cheeks, I spread them wider so the water could trail over his hole, cleaning and teasing him. “And I was so deep in you, I could feel everything.”

My mental debate about how far I could push him was ping-ponging back and forth at a maddening pace, but I tried not to let him hear it in my voice as I dispensed some of the bodywash. “Every time you laughed, you’d clench around me and try to make me come. I should punish you for that.”

Starting high on his ass, I ran my soap-slicked hands up his back and down over his hips to tease the sensitive seam. When he whined and shifted his legs further apart to give me better access to his cock, I moved them back around to his ass and teased my fingers down the center. “I could feel every giggle and every cry.”

Gently caressing around his hole, I eased one finger inside to make sure he wouldn’t feel uncomfortable enough to get distracted later. Sometimes it was fun to watch him squirm and remember being fucked, but I was hoping he’d find his little headspace. That meant clean and no distractions.

“Clench. Let me feel it again.”

He groaned, pretending to be embarrassed but he tightened around me and rocked his hips to fuck himself. “That’s right. You felt so good around me.”

Gently thrusting in and out, I kept up the slow love making as he relaxed and his grumbling turned to deep breaths. When it was clear he was finding it almost hypnotic, I continued easing in and out of him as I used my other hand to caress over his back.

He was technically going to end up clean, but it was a slow, slightly roundabout process. There was no reason to rush, though, especially since Ashton was still trying to figure out how to answer my questions.

It took a while, but eventually he let out a deep breath and stretched his back, clenching around me again. “Have you…have you thought about doing that?”

Hoping we were both on the same page, I leaned over and kissed his neck. “Yes, but mostly in a how do I feel about it kind of way as I was doing research. The diapers are technically more of my thing, but I can see how sexy it would be to mark a sub.”

Ashton was very quiet and hadn’t moved, but he wasn’t giving off a worried vibe either. So I took that as my sign to keep rambling and see if it jogged any words loose on his end. “It’s almost animalistic and rough. Claiming.”

Hmm.

“Like in one of your shifter books.”

Licking down his neck, I nibbled right at the base where I knew it’d send shivers through him. “Haven’t there been any wolf shifter books where the alpha marks his omega mate like that?”

Ashton had spent an ungodly amount of time explaining that the dynamics in those books weren’t like real life packs…mostly because they’d end up with a lot of incest that way since real wolves in packs were all related…but I understood enough of the usual behaviors to question how kinky they got.

“No.”

His reply was shocked but his body was turned on. “That’s…authors don’t…that’s not a kink in those kinds of books.”

Why?

Dogs would do it under ridiculous circumstances that my cousin swore me to secrecy over…evidently if a husband marked his wife and the dog decided he didn’t appreciate that he’d fix the situation and mark her too…so why couldn’t it go in a book?

“It should be.”

Nibbling again, I kept up the too-gentle finger fucking that seemed to be relaxing and slightly distracting to him. “The alpha finds his mate. The obsession. The drive to claim them.”

I’d read over his shoulder enough to know that some of those scenes were spicy as fuck.

“Yeah, he’s going to knot his mate, but before they get to that point, he’s got to mark them…show everyone who they belong to…show the omega how much the alpha wants him.”

I was right about it. Authors clearly just hadn’t gotten the memo yet.

“Micha that’s…”

Still shocking to my dirty nut. “No one writes that.”

Bullshit.

“You just haven’t found it yet.”

As the pad of my finger brushed over his prostate, I stopped fucking him and started making slow circles over his sensitive gland. If I played with him right, he’d have another dry orgasm and his brain would completely stop working “If you were a wicked, needy omega, you’d want to be marked and claimed…shown off so everyone in the pack knew you belonged to the alpha.”

Ashton would be a pain-in-the-ass mate, but I could see an alpha loving that. He’d spend half his time getting to punish Ashton for driving everyone insane.

That would definitely get him marked in a variety of ways.

“I…they’d know.”

His ass tightened around my finger as he rocked and tried to get me to fuck him again. “They’d know what he did.”

Yeah, he was still shocked but his body was having other reactions to the very logical idea.

“They’d know he marked his mate. They’d know how serious he was about you and how he wasn’t going to wait long to claim you…to knot you.”

Shit. Now I was going to have to go buy one of those knotting dildos.

Our discretionary income fund was going to the most imaginative shit lately.

“He’d take you out into the woods, kissing you and running his hands over you.”

Doing my best to keep Ashton pinned in place so he couldn’t fuck my finger and overstimulate himself, I ran my other hand around to his chest, slowly going lower. “He’d brace your hands against a tree and start kissing and nibbling on your neck.”

Ashton sucked in a breath as I used my own teeth to show him how his shifter would feel. “He…he’s going to mark me.”

Ha.

I was smart enough to understand that cue and nibbled lower until I was right at his shoulder again. But that time, as I let my teeth scrape over his neck, I wrapped my lips around him and sucked on his skin.

My naughty boy wanted a hickey.

But since hickeys showing at work got questions he didn’t like answering, I made sure it was low enough his collar would cover it up.

Oh yes.

“I…you…”

Whatever Ashton tried to say was lost as he moaned and his entire body seemed to clench at the same time, and the more I sucked, the more he writhed against me. It only got more desperate as I wrapped my hand loosely around his dick and gently caressed right under the head with the pad of my finger.

By the time I’d released his neck, leaving a sexy mark to show the world he belonged to his alpha, he was shaking and the sensations that’d started out almost soothing were now driving him insane. “I…you have to…it’s…”

Right on the edge of being too much.

“You’re my omega.”

Doing my best to remember the bits and pieces he’d shown me, I aimed for tender asshole with an ownership complex. “You know what I need…let me hear you beg, pet. You’re my sweet omega. You know what I need.”

Would he do it?

There were a thousand ways we could end the scene and they’d all be erotic and fun, but I wanted to hear where Ashton’s curious mind had taken it. His imagination was a hundred times more vivid than mine, so I knew wherever it’d gone it was amazing.

And dirty.

“Mark me.”

The desperation in his voice was one of the sexiest things I’d ever heard, but I knew it was because he was beyond ready to come. “I’m yours. Mark me. Please.”

Going back to his neck, I bit down on the tender skin I’d just bruised and pinched the head of his cock as I released my bladder. He inhaled sharply, but with the pain flashing through him, all it took was one rough thrust against his prostate to throw him over the edge into a dry orgasm that racked his body.

He was thoroughly marked by the time he’d stopped shaking and his sounds had gone from desperate cries to soft moans, but I hadn’t consumed nearly as much liquid as him and I’d used the bathroom before we started. Still, it’d been enough for his brain to fill in the gaps and help him imagine the rest of the fantasy.

Ashton was damned near boneless as he pushed off the wall and fell back into me, knowing I’d catch him, but the way his muscles were twitching said he’d exhausted himself. “That was so weird…why isn’t that in shifter books? Wolves with human brains would definitely do that.”

Chuckling, I shrugged and gently moved him down until we were sitting on the floor. I couldn’t trust his legs and couldn’t hold him up and wash him at the same time. “That’s a good question. I told you it should be in a book.”

Nodding slowly, Ashton’s brain didn’t seem to be working at even half speed any longer because he just bobbed his head for several long moments before words came out. “I…I liked the fantasy…but…but I don’t think I want you to just randomly piss on me. That would be weird.”

He was adorable.

“Got it.”

Kissing his forehead, I stood and repositioned the spray so it was gently hitting his legs. “I will not surprise you with that in any kind of regular scene at home and we’ll talk about more shifter scenes or something like that.”

I’d done better than I thought with that kind of fantasy, so doing something like that again wasn’t sounding too stressful.

“You’d…”

Blinking slowly, he glanced around. “I need my toy.”

Okay.

We were moving toward little time faster than I’d expected. “Clean boy gets a clean quiet toy, but we’ll hurry.”

That had his head doing a slow circle that probably meant he thought he was nodding, so I gave him a quick peck and got more bodywash. “Once you’re dressed and have your toy, do you want to go sit down and have a bottle?”

He shrugged.

He frowned.

“Sure.”

We had at least one word still so that was a good sign.

“Then you can color and we’ll relax until I think we’re done.”

His clothes were nondescript enough that he could wear them home without a problem. “Do you—”

“You.”

Ashton’s confusing interruption made sense to him because he blinked at me a few times when I had no idea what to say. “What about you?”

Me?

“Do I need a drink?”

Yes. Definitely yes, but he shook his head. Trying again, I worked my way back through the conversation. “What am I going to do?”

Bingo.

Um.

That was a very good question.