Carter leaned backin Grant’s arms, rubbing his ass up and down Grant’s erection. His voice wasteasing but thick with his own arousal. “I think I have an idea.”
“Oh, the things Iwant to do to you.” Grant leaned down and nuzzled Carter’s neck, loving thebreathy moan that escaped and the way Carter’s soft hair curled around hisears, teasing Grant’s cheek. “I can’t wait to see what other sexy things you havehidden away. Are you wearing things like this all the time under your clothes? Pantiesunder your sundress, maybe, or lacy little things under the skirt you wore todinner?”
Carter’s faceflushed red, but he didn’t back down. He just nodded and cleared his throat.“Yes. I like…sexy things under my clothes. Even when I’m dressed more traditionallymasculine.”
“You know I’ll thinkabout that every time I see you. Every date, every family barbecue, all I’m goingto be able to think about is what’s under your clothes. You might need to bepunished for making me distracted.” The words came out low and Grant knewCarter could hear the need in his voice. He wasn’t teasing, though. It would beall he’d be able to focus on.
“Punished?” Thewords were soft and hesitant, giving the impression Carter knew he shouldn’task but was going to, anyway.
“Oh yes, my prettyone. I might have to spank you for getting me hard and teasing me with yoursexy lingerie.”
“Spank?” It wasmore of a squeak than a word, but Grant understood.
“Naughty subs wouldget bent over and their panties pulled down. Then I’d bring my hand down onyour ass until you’d learned your lesson about teasing me. When I would finallypull your panties back up, you’d be able to see how red it was, and every timeyou sat down you’d think of me.” So maybe he’d gone further into the fantasythan he’d meant to. But the way Carter was rubbing his ass along Grant’s cock,he didn’t seem to mind.
Grant thrust hiscock harder against Carter and his sexy sub moaned in pleasure. Looking down athis perfect man, he could see Carter’s straining erection pushing the front of thelittle shorts out obscenely, the head of his cock just escaping the lacy waistof the shorts.
Letting his handsslowly move closer to Carter’s beautiful cock, Grant lowered his voice and lethis breath tickle Carter’s ear. “If we were at the club, we’d have to take careof this. I don’t want anyone else to see your sexy cock—at least, not yet.”
Chapter 7
Carter
“Take care?” Hisvoice came out high-pitched and sounded needy to him, but he couldn’t help it. Grantwas making Carter’s brain melt. “Yet?”
Grant’s breathsent shivers down Carter’s spine, and the naughty words only made it worse.“We’d have to find a private spot where I could help you. Do you want me toshow you what I’d do? Are you curious, pretty?”
He had a good ideawhat Grant would do, and he knew what Grant was trying to ask. He should sayno. He should slow things down and put his clothes back on, but it’d been solong…He broke. “Please. Show me.”
A low groanvibrated through Grant’s chest, making Carter’s nipples tighten and ache. Grant’shands slowly kept working their way down, and the measured pace was makingCarter want to scream. With the silk rubbing along his cock and the feel ofGrant’s erection pushing against his ass, Carter could hardly hold on as itwas.
Ridiculous littlesounds kept escaping, but he couldn’t hold them in. In the quiet moments whenhe let himself believe the insane fantasy that Grant might want him like this,he’d dreamed about how the sexy Dom would touch him. The reality was evenbetter than his fantasies.
His touch was sureand strong. Grant knew what he wanted, and he wasn’t shy about telling Carterexactly what it was. Carter hadn’t let himself believe Grant could want him,but there was no denying it now. When Grant’s hands reached Carter’s cock, helet one finger gently trail along the rigid length that was pressing againstthe fabric.
Carter’s kneesbuckled and he would have gone down if not for Grant’s firm grip. “You likethat, don’t you?” His finger went up and down the sensitive underside ofCarter’s cock, and the light touch made him moan and shiver.
“Please.”
“Whatever youwant, pretty.” Grant growled low, tightening his grip around Carter’s waist.The next trip down Carter’s length wasn’t just one finger. His whole handtightened around the shaft and jerked off Carter in a slow, earth-shattering rhythm.
“Grant, please.”He needed more, or he was going to combust.
Somewhere betweenleaving the bathroom and being held by his Dom, he’d lost his fear—and gained aneed that frightened him. He’d never wanted anyone like he did Grant. The forceof the desire took his breath away.
Grant seemed tothoroughly enjoy how insane he was making Carter. He could feel the pleasureand cocky confidence radiating from Grant and it made him want to throttle hisDom—right after he got off.
The pressurebuilding inside him was the most important thing at that point.
When Grant finallypushed down the front of the boy shorts and freed Carter’s erection, he thoughthe’d feel better, but it just made the need worse. Watching Grant’s strong handwrapped around him while he was dressed in his favorite lingerie was a fantasycome true. But the Dom needed to hurry up or Carter was going to finish thingshimself.
“Damn it, Grant.” Fantasieswere great, but Carter needed to come before he went insane.
Grant’s lowchuckle made Carter’s nipples tighten even more. He must have moved or donesomething, because it drew Grant’s attention to his chest. Carter was afraidfor a minute that Grant would stop playing with his cock, but instead, the Dombraced one leg between Carter’s thighs and let the hand that had been holdinghis waist slide up to his nipples.
The feel of Grant’sfingers trailing up the silk made him shiver, a moan escaping. When Grantfinally let one finger circle the tightly puckered nipple poking at the fabric,Carter thought he would come right then.
“I bet that feelsgood, doesn’t it? Your nipple’s all sensitive and needy, rubbing against thesoft material. I think you need more, though. Do you want more?”
