Page 26 of Weston & Cyrus (Beautiful Shame #6)

Cyrus

“It might take a few times experimenting with what works best, but I’ll make sure you have plenty of chances to see what you like.” I was being honest about me not wanting to actually hurt his cock beyond a few taps, but if he wanted to torture himself for an audience, I’d help set it up.

Conner would be an incredible resource once I figured out what the scene should look like.

“Alright, all set for cowboy time.” The cutesy tone was making him blush and grumble, but it almost might’ve been because he kept grinding his soft cock against the mess he’d made on my lap. “Cowboy time for a sticky slut.”

I hadn’t reminded him nearly enough about that, so I needed to make sure I didn’t forget it. The way he’d just exploded was too good to let the opportunity pass by.

“Conner’s probably going to wonder why you have to wear your hug to the club, but we’ll explain how you were naughty and what we’re doing to help you be a good slut in the future.

” When he just groaned like his world was ending in sexual deviance and fabulous orgasms, I gave his pink cheeks a pat.

“I’ll make sure he knows you tried to be good, though. So show me your manners, slut.”

That was going to be fun, and we both knew he wouldn’t safeword over it because he liked Conner and he liked Conner fucking with him.

Grumbling something that sounded like he was blaming my toy for his current predicament, Weston did his best to get his knees under him and push himself up.

It was a laborious process, though. He huffed and puffed and groaned, especially when I gave his bottom another smack.

“More moving, less sound effects unless they’re moans or begging, slut. ”

That had his blush coming back and he looked embarrassed to have been caught complaining. “Sorry, Master. My legs don’t work.”

He was aiming for cute and apologetic but it looked adorably manipulative, which made it easy to ignore. “They’re going to have to.”

Pushing down the front of my pants as my needy boy managed to sit back on his heels, I grabbed my erection and gave it a squeeze. “We’re playing cowboy.”

And the fact that he’d already come was going to make it interesting, so I raised one eyebrow as I shoved my slightly sticky pants down. “My little minute man got too excited but that doesn’t mean my fun is all done.”

He wanted to blush and squirm from the minute man comment, but the idea of using himself to pleasure me after he’d already come seemed to turn him on. “I…I want you to have fun…have fun using your slut, Master.”

As I tossed my pants to the end of the bed, I patted my lap. “Then climb up, cowboy, and show me what a good slut I’ve got.”

So. Much. Fun.

I was doing my best to keep the over-the-top cheerful smile in place without actually laughing, but his blushing grumbles and the way his cock twitched just made it painfully hard.

Literally.

He was sexy as fuck even when he was the cutest mix of embarrassed and turned on. “I didn’t mean to go so fast.”

“But you did.” Kissing his nose as he used his shaking legs to straddle my lap, I rubbed his spanked cheeks. “I should’ve known my minute man would struggle with that.”

I hadn’t thought it’d be the club idea that would set him off, though.

It’d been more of a spur of the moment kind of thing and I’d been expecting shock and a bit of curiosity in the best-case scenario. The fantasy of being watched as he got himself off so roughly just did it for him.

Reality might be different, but for the moment, the idea was wicked and fun.

“You just…” Weston lost his train of thought as I wrapped my arms around him and fitted his body tight against my chest. “That was…”

Sexy as fuck.

“It’s okay that you liked being watched so much.” Kissing his cheek had him hiding his face against my neck. “Oh, don’t be shy. You’re going to be cute having playtime for everyone.”

There were a couple of rooms where we could set it up, and in some of them, he wouldn’t know if he was being watched or not.

That would be fun in a completely different way and his shiver said he knew it too.

“Such a cutie.” Kissing the side of his head got an embarrassed groan but it also had his hips rocking as he nudged my cock with his ass. “Do you need help, cowboy?”

Yep, still fun.

His whine made me chuckle, which seemed to turn him on even more, but his cock was going to need just a bit longer to recharge. “Yes, Master. I’m…I’m your good cowboy.”

I wasn’t sure what he was thinking since he could’ve been trying to look sweet for any number of reasons, but they were all things he actually wanted, so I didn’t let him play me. “I hope so. I can’t wait to see your little softie bounce for me.”

His squeak made me laugh and I gave his ass another pat. “Playtime.”

Weston groaned but pushed up on his knees so I could reach down between us. “Good boy, slut.”

That got more sound effects from him, but they turned sexy as he sank down just enough to push the head of my cock inside him. It was my turn to moan that time and as he clenched around me, I kissed his shoulder and along his neck. “My very good boy…my tight boy too.”

The almost lazy way he slowly fucked himself with my cock, gradually sinking lower, was different than his usual slightly frantic pace, but it was still just as hot since I didn’t have to worry about him being bored.

I’d have definitely handled the scene differently with anyone else, but this was my Wessie.

And he liked being used and feeling embarrassed.

Being soft and having to ride me was probably fucking with his head better than just riding me would’ve.

“Master…you…” He lost track of what he was going to say as he sank lower, filling himself up even more. “I…”

“Yes, I bet a real cock feels even better when you’re not worried about your own little toy.” Kissing his neck again, I pretended like I was being sweet and tender to him. “Show me how a tight toy plays? Do you remember?”

Oh yes, he did.

Clenching around me and then relaxing, Weston nodded and started mumbling. It took a few tries for clear words to come out, but eventually he sighed as he took all of me. “I remember. I’m…I’m your good slut.”

“My full slut.” Rocking my hips up, I gave him a short thrust that had the head of my dick rubbing against his prostate if I was guessing what his shiver meant. “Does that feel good?”

His head jerked but I wasn’t sure if that was him trying to answer my question or just because his entire body seemed to clench around me. Either way I was ready to come, so I patted his ass again. “Time for my cowboy to start riding.”

That time it was definitely a nod as he pushed up and then sank down slowly. Amazing didn’t even begin to describe it, but my favorite part was the way he started mumbling to himself. “Up. Down. Riding. Up. Down. Tighten toy. Relax toy.”

He seemed to be almost hypnotizing himself as he repeated the words over and over, so I kept kissing him and kept my fuckery to myself. It wasn’t hard because he was so fucking cute and the repetitive motion seem to help him sink into subspace the same way a spanking would have.

Since the goal wasn’t to make him come, I slowly ran my hands over him and relaxed into the pleasure he was giving me. The scene was different than anything else we’d done, but I could feel the change in him as he sank into something close to subspace at the very least.

He didn’t completely bliss out, but the mumbles continued as he curled into me, resting his body against mine as he rode me. “Up. Down. Riding. Up. Down. Tighten toy. Relax toy.”

He might’ve been relaxing his tight toy but he was getting me all wound up.

The only problem with that was having to stay still so he could keep the wonderful headspace he’d found.

So not jumping softie but this was just as fabulous.

And just as erotic.

And just as submissive for Weston.

I’d thought he was so tuned out he’d forgotten about my orgasm, but as it got closer and my self-control got lower, he moved faster.

“Faster. Good cowboy. Fast cowboy.”

The mumbles continued even as I grabbed his hips and slammed him down on my cock, finally giving in and letting my orgasm fire through me. He cried out, tensing around me like he’d come too, but as fast as he was riding me, it was hard to tell.

When we’d both finally come down and Weston was so relaxed I wasn’t sure he’d be able to get himself off my lap, he sighed. “Being a cowboy is hard work.”

Yep, he was going to feel both workouts tomorrow.

I was going to have to get creative when it came to a massage, but I wasn’t worried. I’d figure out a way to make it embarrassing for him.

“You were the best cowboy.” And the cutest sub. “You’ll be even cuter when you have your hug on next time.”

His groan was slightly dramatic but he was too worn out for more than basic levels of drama. “At least I know I can have a dry orgasm this way.”

“See?” I managed to sound more energetic than I felt, but I knew the happiness level was on point when he shivered. “We’ll both have fun even when you’re dealing with the consequences of being my little minute man.”

Eventually he’d learn control, but until he did, I was going to have fun with it.

Still the best kink ever.

****

To wake the sleeping beauty or not?

He’d managed to sleep through my alarm and my getting ready for the day, so I felt bad he was still tired.

But also proud I’d worn him out, which might’ve made me a bad Dom, but I couldn’t decide.

I had coffee for him, though, so it probably made me a good boyfriend at the very least.

“If you want coffee before you leave, you need to get up now, sleepyhead.” Setting the mug on my nightstand, I sat down on the bed and debated kissing him or tickling him. “Eyes open before I give into temptation and tickle you. My self-control is weak in the morning.”

“Because you don’t sleep enough.” Weston rolled over and seemed to do his best to bury himself into my mattress. “You should try getting more.”

“But the mornings are quiet and I like the early bird crowd.” I waited as he grumbled and gave up trying to burrow through my bed. “Inhale. I brought you coffee.”

That stopped his digging. “You made it for me?”

“Yes.” I finally gave in and laughed as he slowly pushed up and looked around like a kid who’d just woken from a hard nap. Bedhead and a frown looked good on him, but I was smart and didn’t fuck with him as he sat up. “Lean against the headboard and I’ll give it to you.”

Next time I was going to put it in something with a lid. I’d forgotten how fuzzy-brained he was when he woke up too early. “You okay?”

He could technically go back to sleep for a little while but he’d asked to be woken up. I wasn’t sure I should’ve agreed to it since he wasn’t used to getting up early, but I wasn’t going to leave him without saying goodbye.

And good morning because I was pretty sure he’d get pissed if I missed that one.

So once he was sitting up with his first sip of caffeine hitting his system, I leaned over and carefully kissed his cheek. “Good morning.”

He seemed to hear me that time but it took his brain a few seconds too long to catch up. “Morning.”

Looking around and still coming across as slightly confused, he took another sip before turning back to me. “I dreamed we were at the gym again.”

So waking up here was confusing?

“Good dream or stressful?” I thought it would be an easy question but he frowned and needed another sip.

Both. Definitely both.

“I think…both, I think?” Weston wasn’t as confident as I’d been when I thought about the answer, but I’d been awake longer. “Um, we were…we were living out that fantasy you mentioned.”

Oh.

He wasn’t awake enough for me to fuck with or try to embarrass, so I did my best to handle it as neutrally as I could. “Once you have a chance to think about it, we’re going to talk about limits and ideas. There’s a lot we can do even if we’re careful with our limits.”

Wessie turned into one of my mother’s dogs and gave me a growly huff. “I’m not careful.”

He wasn’t sane either, but I wasn’t going to point that out.

“Then we’ll look at doing something dangerous and ridiculous.” I was open to both and I knew a variety of people I could rope into something naughty and slightly questionable. “But be careful what you wish for or next time I’ll wake you up as your Dom and not your boyfriend.”

His face scrunched up and the angry toddler look was back. “You’re dangerous either way.”

And he was going to bed earlier next time we had a sleepover.

“Thank you.”

Wessie’s frown had me wondering if spanking him awake would be a reasonable way to start the day.

“You’re not welcome. You’re not supposed to be careful with me. I’m strong and I can make a lot of bad decisions.”

Yep, more sleep and some way to mainline some caffeine into him.

Then we’d talk about just how strong he was and what kind of bad decisions he was looking to make.