Page 3 of Weston & Cyrus (Beautiful Shame #6)

Weston

He.

I.

He.

Cyrus.

Yes, that was Cyrus.

Somehow that had reality tuning back in, and the buzzing in the back of my head shifted down to a low hum instead of a vibrator turned up to the highest setting.

“You don’t say things like that.” My probably stupid response had him raising one eyebrow. “You don’t.”

“But you liked it and I like you.” He shrugged as I tried to process everything. “I also like seeing you squirm, and knowing I’m turning you on is fun. I just didn’t expect it to happen because of how naughty you are.”

He’d.

He’d done it again.

He knew that, right?

“I.” Fuck. “You have to stop doing that.”

Yes. That was a more reasonable response.

“No.” Cyrus crossed his arms over his chest. “We’re having a legitimate discussion and we’re just going to have to deal with the fact that it’s obviously arousing you.”

He knew it.

“You’re probably such a slut you like that I know you’re turned on.” Shaking his head, he sighed like I was being ridiculous, which turned me on more.

Which probably made me ridiculous in some kind of way and that turned me on even more.

God.

Someone needed to shoot me.

“I…” What had we been discussing? Fuck. “I understand it’s not safe and I’m not going to do it.”

“It’s not safe to do it with someone else but you know I’m safe.

” Trailing his gaze down me, he lingered on my arm where I was trying to hide my erection.

“I think you’re sexy, so I won’t mind watching you.

I’m hoping you meant watching you when you were naked, but you weren’t specific about what kind of cam slut you were going to be. ”

I needed more blood in my head before I could respond to anything he was saying.

The big head.

The small one was very full at the moment.

“I…I wasn’t going to push anyone to do something they weren’t comfortable with.” I hadn’t worked out all the details because I’d been hoping Conner would help with that. He knew everyone’s limits and could remember all kinds of weird details about people.

“That’s my answer, I guess.” Sighing, he shook his head again. “I bet you were going to jerk off or let them watch you shower.”

I.

He.

That.

“Do we need to wait until you’re less turned on to talk about this?” Cyrus glanced down at my lap again. “I don’t mind checking back with you about it, but it doesn’t seem like you have enough blood in your brain to process my questions.”

No. I did not.

“You can shake your head. Good boy.” He smiled and then looked down at my still hidden erection. “I bet you liked that, didn’t you?”

He was way too good at this.

“I…I don’t want to fuck up our friendship.” That was a reasonable response, right? “You’re…you’re my friend.”

He nodded but still seemed to be fucking with me. “Your hot friend you’ve been fantasizing over and then getting turned on again because thinking about being used by me is wrong, isn’t it?”

He was a fucking mind reader.

“I don’t…I don’t do anything inappropriate when I think about you.” No. I could behave myself. “I’m…I’m always careful.”

“Too careful, slut.” His frown shouldn’t have been that sexy, but it was. “You were so careful I was starting to think you were a nice boy.”

Wow.

He.

That.

I was a nice boy, right?

“I…” There were countless things I should’ve said but nothing else came out.

“That’s okay.” Cyrus actually looked understanding. “I get it. You’ve been hiding your slut side so long it’s just burst out.”

That was probably truer than I wanted to admit but I tried to deny it. “I’ve…I’ve behaved myself.”

“Technically you did, but you wanted to think about me like that.” Slowly shaking his head, Cyrus made me want to shiver and grab my dick. “Look at you. Ashamed and squirming. You know how naughty you were.”

Was I?

He was fucking with me, right?

Yes.

Cyrus was just being the asshole Dom he’d figured out that I wanted.

Wait.

Why?

My brain couldn’t catch up with what was going on.

“I…I don’t understand.” Yes. He was a Dom, so that was a perfectly reasonable response.

It even got a nod from him and he looked understanding. “You’re not hiding what you need any longer and you’re starting to come to terms with the fact that I want to have a different kind of relationship with you. It’s taking you a while to process it, though.”

Wasn’t that the truth.

“I think I’m processing.” Maybe? Slowly? “What…what do you want?”

We really had to stop trying to have a discussion when I was so hard.

“I want to date you.” Cyrus’s brain was working fine, unfortunately. “I want to fuck with you.”

Considering he was already doing that, I’d hoped it was something he wanted.

“I want to talk about fucking you.”

Wow.

“I want us to figure out a way to help you explore your fantasy.”

He did?

“I want to find new ways to humiliate you and make you squirm because I don’t think you’ve gotten enough of that lately.” There was just enough truth and fuckery in his statement it made me more turned on and had me nodding.

“It’s…the last few years everyone wants to be nice and there’s…there’s been a lot of talk about healthy BDSM.” It was so frustrating. “I’m not taking it to heart.”

I’m taking it to dick.

“But some people have decided that giving you what you want is rude.” Cyrus seemed to genuinely understand, which had me reminding myself that I couldn’t relax and get lost in the fantasy again.

“I can understand what you want, though. I know you and I know how honest you are with that kind of stuff.”

I tried but it was hard.

“That’s why you’ve done your best to steer our conversations away from specific kinks.” Cyrus’s glare said he didn’t appreciate that. “No squirming.”

Oops.

“Sorry.”

Maybe?

Raising one eyebrow, he didn’t look like he believed me. “I doubt it considering how hard you probably still are.”

He might’ve had a point but I couldn’t help pushing back. “You’re trying to do that on purpose, though. I…I can’t be held responsible for you fucking with me.”

He grinned.

Fuck it all.

“I know.” He was entirely too pleased with himself. “Now you need to acknowledge that I can give you what you want and you understand I’m not weirded out by it.”

Fucking hell.

“You’re an asshole.” He was using my own kinks against me or to me or for me…he was doing something.

“You probably find that really hot, so I’m not going to apologize.” His smirk faded into something dark and sexy as he glanced down at my lap again. “I am, however, going to do my best to come up with a good punishment for you if you keep rubbing your erection with your arm.”

Shit.

“I don’t appreciate this.” I wasn’t sure what else to say, but he smiled and didn’t seem to be having the same problem.

“Maybe not, but you’re desperate and squirming, so we’re not putting this in the negative category yet.

” His brain was working entirely too well because he spread his legs wider and smirked again.

“I think you’re turned on by the name calling and the situation.

I think you’re turned on by me. I think you’re right on the edge of doing something stupid like pulling out your dick in the lounge. ”

He was incredibly annoying.

And possibly a mind reader.

“However, since thinking is hard while other things are hard, I’m going to help you.” His definition of help seemed to include stroking high on his thighs and letting his fingers subtly tease the edges of his own erection.

He was hard.

How long had he been that aroused?

Was it fucking with me that did it to him?

Was he as big as I thought he’d be?

I’d only seen glances of him soft when he was changing clothes and I’d always done my best to give him privacy and tune out him being naked, but I was starting to wonder if he’d been trying to let me catch glimpses of him before.

“How…how are you going to help me?” He was making my head spin and I couldn’t figure out what that meant.

He looked so big…like going to be impressive big.

Did bodybuilding give guys bigger dicks if they stayed away from that weird crap?

“I’m going to take you out to dinner. I’m going to get to know more of your specific fantasies related to the humiliation, like if you’ve got a size kink in some way or if you want to be humiliated by having to worship my cock later.

” The confident way he picked things out of my head made me wonder how the fuck he knew what I wanted.

“Then we’re going back to your place and we’re going to have a scene so you can get a reward for being a good slut. ”

I.

He.

That.

“We both know you can safeword, so I’m not worried about that.” He might not have been worried but he was incredibly fucking hard. “I’m also not worried about you not being into me because that’s so obvious it’s not worth mentioning.”

Fucking hell.

I had to stop rubbing my dick.

Moving my hands to my sides only made my situation more obvious, but it seemed like a better decision than getting off in the club lounge while he watched. “What…what if something happens…”

It wasn’t until he cocked his head that I realized how many ways it could’ve been taken. “Happens as in you get used or happens as in it doesn’t work out for some reason?”

Um.

“Yes.”

Shoot.

I tried to figure out a more logical response but he didn’t seem to need that. “Therapy is always an option. We talk out the situation with someone who’s got the right education to help us out. And if you come, I’m going to count that as a win for me and we do it again.”

He.

I was.

That meant.

“I’m flexible about how that could look, though.

” Giving me a thoughtful expression that didn’t seem to match the conversation we were having, he frowned and studied me.

“You’d probably have fun worshipping my dick and humping my leg.

There’s also making you jerk off for me while I inspect your little penis.

Humping something like a pillow would probably do it for you.

Oh, you might also like it if I ignore your cock completely and just jerk off on you. ”

My brain was never going to recover from the lack of oxygen it was experiencing.

“I…I think I’m ready for dinner.” I wasn’t sure what else I was ready for but that seemed like a good start.

The way it made Cyrus smile had me questioning that, however.

“Good boy for letting me know your tummy needs attention.” The ridiculous response had me doing my best not to blush and squirm, but he made it impossible.

His chuckle said he knew what the embarrassment was doing to me too.

“So we’re going to go have dinner and I’m going to ask you more questions about how naughty you are. ”

Just the fact I knew how humiliating it was going to be made it the best date I’d gone on in a very long time.

“And if you can behave and leave your little cock alone in the restaurant, I’ll let you come once we have privacy again.” Head tilting to one side, he frowned again. “It probably won’t take you long, so we might even be able to give you a tiny tug session when we get back to the car.”

He was evil.

How had I never realized that before?

How had I never realized he was into me before?

How had I never realized how open-minded he was before?

This was going to totally blow up in my face.