“That’s right. I’m going to show you how to be a good boy.” Removing my hand from his ass while he made needy, low whines, I reached into my pocket carefully. I hadn’t been sure if he’d felt it earlier, but knowing Eli, he wouldn’t have been able to leave it alone if he’d realized what I’d brought with me.
Pulling out the slim plug and a little packet of lube, I set them on his back. I knew my grin had to look positively wicked. But just imagining how incredible he was going to look made it impossible not to show a reaction. When he heard the lube coming out, his body gave a start, and I let my arm rest against his back.
“No, don’t move. I’m not done with my boy yet.” The low words were almost dismissive, but I was too turned on for him not to hear it in my voice, and I knew they would just push him even higher.
The plug was slim and long, designed more to tease his prostate and keep him on edge than stretch him, so getting him ready was easy. I slid one finger in gently while Eli made desperate sounds of pleasure that sounded exactly like he was being fucked.
When the lube was spread and he was stretched enough that the plug wouldn’t be painful, I reached for the toy again. “You’re going to think about behaving and what happens to a naughty boy all night. This is going to press against your prostate and help you remember how to behave.”
And it was going to keep him right on the edge of insanity. But he already knew that.
Beautiful sounds spilled out of him as the plug slowly entered him. By the time it was seated, he was breathing hard and fighting to be still. When I gave the plug a little tap and nudged it so it would press against the bundle of nerves, he almost came off the chair.
My sensitive brat.
“Alright. I think they’ve waited for us long enough. Stand up so we can go finish dinner.” I’d been promised peach cobbler. Eli moaned in more frustration than pleasure, but he forced his body to obey the order.
Letting my hand caress over his reddened cheeks as he stood, I gave his hard cock a heated look. “If you’re very good, I might let you come later.”
He pouted as I straightened his clothes, finally finding his voice. “But I thought you were going to come home with me tonight. That’s what you said.”
“Oh, I’m going to go back to your house tonight, and I’m going to fuck you as hard as you want, Brat.” Letting my fingers wander over the plug, I brushed over it firmly enough to make him gasp. “But I never said anything about you getting to orgasm.”
As I smoothed his pants over his erection and finally hid his body from view, I didn’t make any effort to avoid his desperate cock. “If you want to feel cum shooting out of your dick while I pound into you, I expect better behavior.”
Eli’s eyes took on a wild, frantic look. Reaching for his face as I stood, I pressed a quick kiss to his lips. “Do you understand, Brat?”
He gave me a slow nod, nearly lost in the submission and desire that was flowing through him. “I’ll be good.”
After thoroughly enjoying tucking in his shirt and making sure he was presentable, I took his hand and we went back out to Reece and Houston. The table was clean and they were sitting on the couch, Reece perched on Houston’s lap, kissing like they were trying to climb inside each other.
Leading Eli over to an overstuffed chair, I sat and urged him down onto my lap. I wanted to keep him close so I could remind him why he wanted to be good. Houston finally released Reece’s mouth and gave us a questioning look.
Before Houston could say anything, however, Reece glanced at us both, snuggling back into Houston’s embrace. “I still think you’ve both been invaded by aliens.”
Eli started to laugh, but it got stuck in his throat and turned into a moan as it jostled the plug. “We told you that we talked and came to an understanding.”
Shifting my leg so my thigh would brush against the plug, I made Eli moan again. “See, we’ve learned how to communicate very effectively.”
Houston chuckled. “At least it doesn’t look like there will be cum on my desk.”
Grinning, I turned to Reece, trying to look innocent. “Eli said you made cobbler. If that’s what I’ve been smelling from the kitchen, I can’t wait for a piece.” Letting my fingers trail up Eli’s thigh just high enough to give him sexy ideas, I gave Eli a smile. “You want to stay for dessert, don’t you?”
Eli groaned and slouched back against me, which only made the sensation running through him worse, if the sexy sounds were any indication. “Be a good boy.”
That didn’t help any, either.
Darn.
Chapter 16
Eli
Exquisite. Fucking. Torture.
By the time we were halfway home, I was cursing the fact that I hadn’t driving my own car and that Roman had such a wicked streak. He was positively evil, and his constant reminders about being good, with his lingering touches, were maddening.
It was perfect.
