Page 22 of The Handyman and The Drama Queen (Myths, Legends, and Southern Charm #1)

Ezra

“Flick them again for me.” Stone’s tone was almost cajoling but there was a thread of Dom in it that said he knew I was going to obey him. “Oh, that’s a sexy moan.”

I’d moaned.

Oh.

Rub.

Flick.

Rub.

Flick.

“Good boy.” Stone’s words or maybe the way one hand was slowly moving down toward his pants had a swell of desire flooding through me. “Yes. You like being my good boy and you like being rewarded.”

Stone released his belt and the button on his jeans before he stopped.

It was a little reward.

Shoot.

“Keep playing with your nipples. I like seeing how turned on that makes you.” His bulge and the tone in his voice said he was sincere about that, which made the whole thing sexier somehow. “That’s right…now slide one hand lower. Your cock is lonely.”

There were several parts that wanted attention—and my legs widened on their own to make sure he knew that—but he kept teasing the button on his pants as he toed off his shoes and socks. “Let me see how you like to play with that hard cock of yours. He’s been begging for attention and we’ve left him there all by himself.”

I wasn’t sure how he could be sexy and ridiculous at the same time, but he was incredibly good at it. “I…”

Something.

There was something.

Fuck.

“You need that motion, don’t you, baby.” Stone made a rocking motion with his hips as he studied my hand, making me realize what I was doing. Yes. Thrusting was good. “Whimpers and moans? That’s clearly higher on the list than playing with your nipples.”

Well, yes?

Was there a list I was supposed to be keeping?

“Yes. I…I don’t have a list.” I’d fix that. Yes. Later. “I didn’t know.”

It wasn’t until the words were out that a tiny part of my brain questioned if it was stupid, but Stone nodded and took it seriously. “We’re going to fix that. I want to know every spot you love and all your favorite places to touch and play with.”

We needed that. Yes.

So maybe it’d been smart?

“Alright, he’s had some fun. Now go back and rub your nipples for me. I don’t want them to get jealous.” Stone’s orders were clear but my hand didn’t like them. “Ezra?”

His eyebrow went up.

He stopped playing with his zipper.

Ugh.

He was a Dom.

I kept forgetting that and it was a strategic mistake. “Yes, Sir.”

Doms were insane…how did driving me crazy turn him on even more? Every whimper seemed to make him harder and just making me go back and forth between my nipples and my dick made his fucking day.

I was dying and he was having fun.

“That’s so sexy, baby.” It’d been sexy enough after the fourth or tenth round of back and forth that he’d taken off his pants, but it hadn’t gotten me an orgasm yet. “Should we give your nubs a bit more attention?”

He frowned, looking honestly thoughtful as he slipped his hands in his briefs. “You like playing with them more now that they’re so sensitive.”

Stone wasn’t wrong but being right might end up killing me again.

“Please…I…” I had to do something else. “I need…”

Something.

I needed something, so I was going to have to tempt my sweet sadist of a Dom. My brain wasn’t working well enough to figure out how to do that, though, so my body made the decision to rock my hips up again and spread my legs wider. “I need you. I need to come. Please, Sir?”

Oh wow.

His cock was finally peeking out.

“Such a good boy.” As his cock sprang out and his underwear fell to the floor, it made my entire body clench and whatever I’d been going to do vanished from my head. “That’s right. You’re going to come for me, aren’t you?”

Yes…yes, but…I…

“I get…you said…” I wanted to crawl down to him but I’d only get my reward being good. “Can I…”

Yes.

Oh.

“That’s right. You get my cock too.” Climbing up on the bed, Stone moved forward on all fours, almost stalking me as he came closer. “You’re going to get to play with my cock as long as you keep playing with yours or I’ll even let you fuck yourself with your fingers.”

He made it sound like he was being generous, but I frowned because I knew there was something I was supposed to say.

“Blissed out and still trying to tell me where to shove it.” He might’ve been right but he stretched out beside me on the bed before I could tell him that. “Come here, baby. Between my legs. Ass up and legs wide.”

I could do that…wide…play with myself…come…and I’d get to curl up between his legs.

“So sexy, baby. I love holding you like this.” Stone’s hand stroked my head as I rested it on his thigh so I could press my nose against the base of his erection.

Most of the time smells were almost a memory, but when he gave me his will and I was pressed up against his body, I knew I was actually taking his scent in. It was musky and sweet and completely Stone…and it made it hard to think about anything else but kissing him and making him moan.

He sighed and petted my head as I licked and kissed his erection, but nuzzling the base and then licking his slit got curses.

I liked curses.

And I liked the way he’d rock his hips up to fuck his erection against my face and demand more…and I liked the way he growled a low, rough sound as I wrapped my lips around the tip and looked up at him innocently…and I really liked it when I finally wrapped my hand around my dick as tight as I wanted and could come.

And come.

And come.

The best part, though, was when my orgasm dragged Stone’s along with it and he muttered low fucks as he shot and got my lips and face. “You look so good when you’re so dirty, baby.”

Wanting it to last as long as possible, I curled up beside him on the bed and focused on being solid and naked as he rolled over to gently caress my cheeks. “You are the most beautiful man I’ve ever seen, baby.”

“You just have a thing for getting assholes dirty.” The way he flashed me a grin said he knew I was right.

Luckily for me, though, he had a thing for ghosts too.

****

Awkward.

No matter how many times I went over the conversation in my head I knew I was going to sound awkward.

Fuck it.

Dinner was as good a time as any for a topic that was going to make me squirm.

“You know how—” Shit. “Sorry. I’m just going to randomly change the topic.”

He might’ve been telling me about town gossip—that was where he’d started at least—but the way he was trying not to laugh said I hadn’t been subtle.

Great.

Awkward and obvious.

“I was wondering when you were going to answer my question.” His eyes were damned near sparkling he found the situation so funny. “I think brownies are best but you were taking a while to mull over the question.”

Had that been what he was saying?

No. He’d been telling me about something that happened in town.

Right?

Once his shoulders started shaking and he had to put his sandwich down he was finding the whole thing so funny, I decided it didn’t matter. “Brownies were good.”

That didn’t help his sense of humor, so he was definitely fucking with me.

“Did I tune out anything important?” Hmm, that might’ve come out wrong. “You’re always important but was the actual topic of conversation important?”

Judging by his snickers and the way he seemed to be trying to clamp his lips together, it was still rude. “I’m trying. Stop laughing.”

That didn’t help his sense of humor either.

And he started choking on his sandwich.

“If you end up dead because of a peanut butter sandwich, I’ll tell your mother to put death by stupid on your headstone.” For fuck’s sake, he even found my anger at his impending death funny. “I’m not solid enough to do the Heimlich, so be careful.”

Hmm.

Well, it was as good a segue as anything else my brain had come up with.

I was polite and waited until I knew he was going to live before I continued, though. “Okay, so yeah, don’t die like that. It’d probably give me some kind of complex or PTSD. Not being able to save you would be a bad thing.”

Stone frowned as he gave a few last coughs. “I can’t promise that but I will do my best to be more careful.”

“Get hit by a bus or something. Falling airplane toilet. Hell, piss off that guy who drives all the weird trucks for the city.” I’d never seen a town that had as many vehicles as ours did, but I probably should’ve jumped to magical ridiculousness first.

How many towns the size of this one had a snowplow?

Much less three that came in different colors.

“I will do my best to pick falling airplane part if I get to choose. That seems the least likely to traumatize anyone.” Stone’s good point had me nodding, but we didn’t get distracted. “You were saying?”

Trying to, at least.

“Um, well, last week when you gave me your will and we did the whole reward on the bed thing?” I sounded like English was my tenth language but I was getting there and he wasn’t giggling. “You seemed worried about making me more solid while we played.”

Play was a stupid word for what we’d done but it wasn’t exactly wrong and it kept me from having to list everything out.

“Yes.” He paused but there was clearly something going on in his head, so I was patient. I was slightly worried and ready to get up and start pacing, but I was patient. Thankfully his brain was faster than mine when it processed an issue. “I get conflicted over it because I feel so many ways about it.”

Well, that hadn’t been what I’d thought he’d say.

“Okay, how?” I thought it was a reasonable response but he cocked his head. “What?”

“It wasn’t what I thought you were going to say.” He gave me his eyebrow thing when I laughed. “ What ?”

His lightly mocking tone didn’t help my ability to control myself. “That was exactly what I’d been thinking. I hadn’t been expecting that response.”

And his grin was back.

“I’ll go first then.” Settling back in his chair, he started fiddling with his sandwich instead of taking another bite. “Guilty part first…I like it. I like having a bit of myself inside you even if it’s magical in nature. I’d probably feel the same way about cum or something like that.”

I kept telling myself not to blush, but no one had ever said anything like that to me before and I wasn’t sure how to react. “That’s perfectly normal, so I don’t think you have anything to feel guilty about.”

It wasn’t even weird as far as I knew.

Just because no one had ever said it to me didn’t mean I hadn’t heard stories. Locker room bullshit was fucking real and highly educational.

“We’ll treat it like magical cum and that’ll keep anyone from having to feel guilty.” Fucking hell. “When you can stop giggling like a kid who just heard their first dirty joke we can continue.”

It took a while.

“You’re ridiculous.” And sexy when he was laughing but he hadn’t behaved himself well enough to get praise. “Before you distracted us, we were discussing the fact that you don’t have to feel guilty and you like it in a possessive, mark your sub kind of way.”

Which was a really good thing to hear.

“What else are you feeling?” It was probably the point where I should be sharing myself, but this was more informative.

Stone gave another thoughtful frown and shifted in his seat. “That was the biggest piece but I’ve started associating giving you my will and you being in that more solid state with sex, so we’re at the point where thinking about it makes me hard.”

It was my turn to try not to snicker, which had him rolling his eyes. “Now he finds his sense of humor. It’s intimate and I’m clearly easily conditioned.”

Fucking adorable was what he was.

“I get it. I think about it that way too.” Or I would be going forward, at least. “I don’t worry about it with you because to me it’s associated with you being my Dom. I think because you were taking control the first time, it’s burned into me that way. It’s the intimacy and…and the submission for me.”

Stone seemed less worried about his own reactions and leaned forward, curious about mine. “Can you explain what you mean?”

Probably not.

I kept my snark to myself, though.

I was hoping for a reward at some point, so I wasn’t going to push my luck. Me being a dick would lead to him edging me again. “I told you that I couldn’t see doing that with anyone else?”

“Yes.” Nodding, Stone smiled. “Stabby-stabby.”

He was such a dork.

“Yeah, well, part of that is because it’s…it’d be like someone else trying to control me. Dom me. Anything like that.” Stone seemed to get it and slowly leaned back in his chair again. “Um, well, it’s like you’re making me real enough to touch you and completely submit, so it’s all tied together for me.”

Was that weird?

Maybe.

Creepy?

Probably not.

Kinky.

Yeah.

Stone’s expression was very neutral, so I had a feeling he was sorting through some of those options as well. “What I’m hearing from you is that my pushing my will into you so that you can be solid for a scene is mixed up with your submission, right?”

He was leading us somewhere but I wasn’t sure where we were going. “Yes.”

Nothing in his expression said he thought that was weird, so I was hoping he’d met other people who were weirder than I was.

“What if you were solid all the time? How would you feel about that?” He smiled when I just stared at him stupidly. “Would how you feel about being solid change in that situation?”

Huh?