Page 15 of The Handyman and The Drama Queen (Myths, Legends, and Southern Charm #1)

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He got so sexy and so solid when he was frustrated. It was fun…and informational because he hadn’t said no or safeworded or exploded at me.

He definitely wanted to see my dick.

He might actually want to watch porn too.

He definitely wanted me to stay the night…but that was where I got confused.

Ezra didn’t seem to sleep, so I wasn’t sure what he’d be doing while I slept. I also wasn’t sure why he didn’t or if he could. I really shouldn’t have skipped that class so often, but I hadn’t thought I’d need any of the information. It sounded like I had another trip to the library in my future, but I also had a few conversations with my dramatic cutie in my future as well.

And not just because I needed to understand the staying over thing.

“I had a stressful day.” Ezra’s nonresponse was accurate and telling. “I worked hard too.”

Pushing my terrible spaghetti away from me…and wondering who could make pasta taste so weird…I stood up from the table and slowly walked around it to give Ezra time to collect his thoughts. When he just watched me, I moved closer to him and crouched down beside him. “You were amazing today and I’m so proud of you.”

For a variety of things.

“You worked hard at being more solid and touching things, and you handled several stressful situations with calm.” My mother was a force of nature and the nod he gave me as he shifted his body to face mine said he was thinking something close to that. “You made a new friend and you told me everything that was wrong when I came back. You didn’t make me guess about the problems or situations. You gave me clear communication.”

In a slightly frantic tone, but I was focusing on the positive.

And he was always sexy when he was crazy.

“I think it’s time to reward my boy.” The shiver that raced through him said he knew what kind of reward he was going to get. “You were even clear about what you wanted for the final part of your reward tonight. Now we just have to decide how we’re going to get there.”

I could whip out my dick right now if that was what he wanted, but I was thinking a bit more buildup would be fun.

“Porn?” It was definitely more of a question than answer, but the way his hand moved over on his lap to absentmindedly rub his erection said he didn’t mind the idea. “What…what do you think about that?”

Okay…not what I’d been expecting.

“Firstly, I’m not going to push you to do anything you don’t want to or that I don’t want to, and safewords are for anything. Period. Secondly, if porn is a limit for you, then we don’t watch it.” What else? “If my watching porn alone is a limit for you, then you need to tell me. So far when I’ve gone home, you’re the fantasy I’ve jerked off to.”

No point in making him question that.

“My jealousy does not flare up for fictional people. My brain and my emotions recognize they’re not real and it just doesn’t hit me the same way it does for other people.” For me it was like getting jealous over fictional people in books, but I knew I saw it differently than a lot of people.

Dating had shown me that.

“You might be different.” I just couldn’t tell yet because he was still slightly confused or maybe stunned. “I suggested it because of our current limitations for foreplay and I thought it might be a way to explore something like the spankings, but that was just an idea.”

Well, he blinked.

And he was pretending to breathe again.

Oh, I got a head nod.

I wasn’t dumb enough to think he was agreeing to anything, but it was a good sign that he was processing something about what I’d said.

It was just taking a while.

“Be a good boy and give me a kiss.” The order seemed to jump-start his brain because the blinks came faster and his gaze was less lost as he gave a decisive nod that time and brushed his lips against mine.

Firmly.

Sexy as fuck.

“Good boy.” He was distracted enough that he was fairly solid, so I took a chance and rested my arm on the back of the chair so I could stroke his face with one finger. “I love your kisses.”

Physically given or just air kisses.

“And I really love when you obey me, baby.” I wasn’t going to hide how much it turned me on.

Oh, that blush.

“You immediately focused on the order I gave you, simple or not, and you acknowledged it before you followed the direction.” Gods above he was so fucking sexy. “You’ve been such a good boy for me, I want to make sure you get the best reward I can give you.”

Because even if I thought he’d want to be fucked into the mattress, that wasn’t an option yet.

I had to work on that a bit more.

“I like porn.” For some reason acknowledging that restarted his brain a lot faster and his expression stormed up. “For fuck’s sake.”

Trying not to laugh or even smile, I shook my head. “No, be nice to my boy. He was being honest and doing his best to give me a verbal response because he knows that’s what I need.”

Sometimes nodding would work but he was conflicted about the porn. That meant we weren’t going to take any chances and words were going to be necessary…even if he hated that.

And he’d hate that.

Yep, the drama was already percolating inside him.

“Now, the fact that you enjoy porn does not surprise me. You’ve mentioned finding things online and most guys are visual. The combination of being curious and connecting with pictures better means a lot of us look for porn in some form or fashion.” I shrugged as some of his frustration seemed to fade. “It only becomes an issue if it’s too much or if one of us finds porn to be a hard limit.”

That got something going in his head…his whole body went still but he didn’t flash in and out.

“Does either of us watching porn, together or apart, cross a limit for you?” I wasn’t sure if asking a question was pushing too much and he didn’t react for several long moments.

I was going to have amazing patience by the time we were married.

“No.” He swallowed, probably trying to sound more relaxed. “I can’t really, but no, you watching it doesn’t upset me. I…I’d like to see what kind you’re watching, though, so I can…so I can picture what you’re doing.”

“That’s sexy.” My reaction had his eyes going wide for a second, so I was guessing it was unexpected. “I don’t mind that at all.”

It was a limit I’d consider erotic as hell.

Ezra licked his lips, looking like he was trying to figure out what response to give me. “Okay.”

Well, it was a word.

“Good.” One issue out of the way, a thousand left to sort through. “Let’s go back to tonight then. I was picturing bringing my laptop in and going upstairs to relax.”

It’d also guarantee more privacy.

“As long as you’re comfortable with it, I’d turn on something interesting for us to watch and we’ll either talk about it or just have fun with it.” Neither option got a reaction from him, so I decided to spell things out. “I would like to get naked with you and jerk off while you tell me what you like about the video we pick.”

Oh.

The wide eyes were back.

He had to swallow again several times, but eventually he nodded slowly and was clearly aiming for casual. “I like that plan. I’m not sure what I’ll do, but I’m fine with you having an orgasm and me not having one.”

Hmm.

Before I could give any pushback or even ask a question, he shook his head and rolled his eyes at me. “You’ve done the same for me plenty of times over the past week. And don’t try to say it’s different because you’re the Dom.”

Okay.

Fine.

“You’re right.” There was just something about not focusing on him that was like an itch I couldn’t scratch, though. “But it’s not something I want to do all the time. I enjoy making you come no matter how we do it.”

He didn’t look suspicious, but I wasn’t sure he got what I was saying. “Yes, I like having an orgasm as much as the next guy, but the Dom side of me pushes to make sure you’re getting what you need out of the scene or even when we’re simply hanging out together.”

Ezra’s lips twitched but his tone was dry. “So you’re saying that because you’re the Dom you get your way? Even if it’s to make sure I come more than you?”

“Yes.” His eye roll had me fighting to keep a straight face. “I’m glad you understand. But if it makes you feel better, I’ll keep a tally of orgasms in my notebook and once I can fuck you into the mattress and not through the mattress, we’ll figure out a way to even things out.”

Eyes wide.

Eyes narrow.

So he was aroused and suspicious?

I liked that combination but I just waited to see what he would actually say.

“I know the tally thing sounds ridiculous but we both know you’d do it.” He sighed, barely stopping himself from shaking his head. “You probably already have for some reason. But you’d also find it sexy. I’m just not sure how we’d even things up.”

Aroused and suspicious was sexy.

“We could make it a rule that you woke me up every morning with a blow job or fucking my morning hard-on between your legs.” There were countless options. “You could be responsible for jerking me off or getting yourself ready for me to fuck. Of course, we’d have to see how you liked being used without being able to come.”

And his mouth dropped open.

Fun.

“So we’re going to come back to that idea, right?” Once he was solid on a consistent basis. “We can take our time working up to that part.”

I got nothing for about ten seconds before his head slowly nodded. “Good. Back burner for now, but it’s still on the list.”

And since porn was too, I decided to give him as much of a visual of that as I could.

“What I’m picturing is you making sure you’re ready and stretched.” Slowly caressing his still surprisingly solid body, I let him hear the heat in my voice as I talked through the scene. “Then you’d climb back into bed with me so when the alarm went off all I’d have to do is roll over and slide into you.”

He was back to blinking.

Hmm.

Oh, hand to the dick.

Perfect.

“I’d kiss your back and tell you how tight you were and what a good boy you were.” His shiver sent a matching one right through me and I had to ignore how hard he was making me. “I wouldn’t drag it out, though. It isn’t about torturing you. It’d just be about making it even.”

I gave him a bright smile, and if I’d been in a cartoon, I would’ve had a light bulb going off over my head. “I can let you keep the record of your orgasms. That would make it even more fair and you would know how many you had left.”

I wasn’t trying to be subtle about my fuckery, so I wasn’t surprised when he groaned. “I can’t even pick up a pencil. There’s no way we’re making me keep track.”

That was his problem with it?

“You’re making incredible progress, baby.” I couldn’t help smiling as he pouted and leaned his head against my hand. “I’m not going to tell you that it’s going to take time and patience.”

He rolled his eyes at my oh-so-subtle reminder, but he didn’t call me out on it, which I thought was progress.

“What I am going to say is that you’re in a town full of ancient magic and gossipy ghosts and cranky shifters. You’re here with me. That’s incredible and we’re not going to forget that.” Leaning closer, I was careful not to press against his legs as I gave him a soft, careful kiss.

Going through him would’ve totally ruined the mood.

“I might not have found you when you had a regular body but I found you now.” I kind of wished I’d found the house before he ended up dead, but there was no point in getting dramatic about it.

Ezra would do that for me.

“I’m not going to talk about being dead and how ridiculous it is that I had to wait to meet you until I didn’t have a fucking body.” He was wonderfully subtle too. “But I am going to say that my patience only extends so far, so you’re going to help me practice being solid enough to fuck.”

“Deal.” We lived in a town with shifters, magic, and gargoyles…there had to be a way to get him solid enough to fuck sooner rather than later.

I just had to find another way of explaining that to my mother.