Page 141 of Indiscretion

A little common sense finally kicks in. I wrap one arm around his waist to hold him still and cup the back of his neck with my other. “Wait.”

He lifts his head. “No, I’mnotwaiting. Iwantthis.”

I stare into his eyes. Hell, he’s still got his damn glasses on. “I don’t want to hurt you.” Let’s not forget that we’re barebacking and haven’t evendiscussedthat. I mean, I know I’m clear, and if he’s a virgin then I’m reasonably sure he is, too, but we should stilltalk.

A laugh barks free from him. “I appreciate your concern, except I have toyswaybigger than you. I might be a virgin but I’mnotcelibate or unexperienced.” He leans in and kisses me again.

Okay, then.He did take me in one go like a total champ.

I splay one hand in the middle of his back as I clamp down on the back of his neck and slow this down. I want to savor it. Bending my knees, I plant my feet on the mattress and scoot us back from the edge a little, so I have leverage.

“I’mdriving,” I say, kissing my way down his jaw, to his throat. “And don’t youdarefucking come before I let you,boy. You’d better obey your Sir, or I’ll redden your ass and you won’t sit for days.”

“Yes, Sir.” He’s whining, squirming, desperate now. But like this, I can use my legs and start slowly grinding up into him.

That’s another talk we really need to have, because sleeping together is a separate issue from Sir and boy.

I’d wanted our first time—if he’d decided to sleep with me—to be loving and tender and…well, like a damned romance movie.

Not an adrenaline-fueled, desperate, survived-near-death fuck.

The other issue is, of course, I don’t want to pop too soon.

I finally roll us over without dislodging myself. That allows me to get my damn blazer off and throw it onto the floor. I peel my shirt and undershirt off and stare down at my beautiful boy.

Mine.

My slacks can stay on for now, because like hell do I want to pull out of him to get them off. After I remove his glasses and set them on the nightstand, I lift his legs, sling his knees over my shoulders, and lean in, my cock still lodged deep inside him.

“Youreallywant Sir right now, baby? Or do you want sweet and tender Leo?”

He raises his hands over his head. “I want you to fuck my brains out,Sir.”

I’m going to call that consent.

I grab his wrists in my left hand and pin them to the mattress. With my right, I reach between us and find his cock. It’s smearing pre-cum all over both of us and I rub my thumb over the head. Looking him in the eye, I bring my thumb to my lips and suck it clean, reveling in his salty taste.

Round two can be me going down on him, I suppose.

I reach between us again and lightly pinch and roll his left nipple. Not too hard, but enough to make him whine and squirm, and I feel his ass contracting around me. I want to see what his tolerance really is. As I increase the pressure, I feel his cock twitching, too.

Excellent.

There will be all manner of delightful tortures in my boy’s immediate future. Maybe even nipple piercings, something I damn well knew Elliot would never agree to, even though he’s fantasized about getting them.

It’d be too “risky,” in his mind.

If he stays…

I shove that annoying inner voice out of my brain.

OfcourseJordan will stay.

I don’t knowhowI’ll make him stay but I won’t stop until I convince him he needs to behere.

Withme.

Selfish?