Letting the slow circles get closer andcloser to his nubs, I finally asked the question that had been on my mind for awhile. “You like a little bit of pain when I play with your nipples, but whatabout other parts of your body? What else do you like, my little stalker?”
He was such a curious mix that it didn’tsurprise me when he blushed, and needed a minute before he continued. “Yes…everywhere…”
It wasn’t enough information, but it wasenough to earn him another reward. Pinching his nipples again, I made a low,pleased sound. “Very good, tell me what else, though. Tell me what you like.”
Maybe it was because he’d finally gottenhis thoughts together, or maybe it was just because I’d made it an order, not aquestion, but the words came out easier. “I like pain mixed with the pleasure.Not a lot, but this, and spanking, things like that.”
He did such a good job, I stopped teasinghim and focused all the pleasure on his nipples. He squirmed and whimpered, themovie clearly forgotten as the pleasure seemed to build. The little movementsof his body had him grinding his ass against me. I couldn’t remember a timewhen I’d been harder, even though I was still clothed and technically so washe.
Lane’s cock was clearly outlined throughhis pants. He couldn’t hide how turned on he was even if he’d wanted to. Hiships kept making jerky movements, which he tried to control, but it was almostimpossible. “Please, more, please let me come.”
Lane was begging for more, but I didn’twant to automatically assume it was what he really meant. I let one hand startmoving down toward his pants, slowly caressing over his chest and abs, andrelief seemed to flood through him.
“Yes, please, that’s what I want. Thankyou.” Once he seemed to understand that I liked hearing the needy words, hishesitation fell away, and the pleading seemed to come more naturally.
Focusing on him gave me a single-mindedpurpose that felt right. It was like something we’d be doing forever, not justa fleeting pleasure. When I reached the waistband of his jeans, I let myfingers tease along the edges. He squirmed and made sexy little noises. I couldsee that his eyes were clenched tight and the white grip that he had on my legsgrew firmer, like he was barely restraining himself.
“That’s what you want, isn’t it? Give methe words I want to hear, my sweet stalker.” Yes, I wanted his consent, but I alsowanted to hear him say it.
“Please touch me. Take them off, please.Wilder, I need to come.” The sweet pleading words were some of the sexiest I’dever heard.
Opening the button on his jeans, Icarefully eased the zipper down. As my hand slid into his briefs, I moved myother hand up to his face. As I turned his head, his eyes opened up and my handstarted inching closer to his cock. I took his mouth in a deep kiss as Ifinally let my fingers brush up against his erection.
Lane gave himself up to me completely. Heheld nothing back. Whimpers and beautiful sounds flowed into my mouth, and hisfingers dug into my leg. Stroking his tongue with mine, and his cock with myfingers, I kept trying to send his pleasure even higher. I wanted to give himeverything,every bit of pleasure, every bit of passion, until he was right on the edge.
Moving my hand back to use his nipples, Iloved the way he squirmed and didn’t try to hide his need. But he didn’t forceme to go any faster. Letting me decide how quick or how slow we went wasprobably a conscious decision on his part, but he also seemed to love it.
Nothing said he wanted to take control.
Nothing said he was frustrated with mydesire to set the pace.
No, everything from his kiss to his sweetsounds to the jerky movements that escaped as he was trying to be still saidthat he was loving every moment. Pinching one nipple again, I wrapped myfingers around his erection and started jerking him off.
I pulled back just enough from his mouth tohear his beautiful moan as the pain and pleasure mingled. Kissing seemed totake more focus than he had, because he sagged back down against me and justlet the pleasure roll through him. The gentle kisses I pressed to his mouth andface were probably at odds with the rough touch to his nipple and the firm gripI had on his cock, but it all just pushed him closer to the edge.
When his eyes focused back on me, they werehazy with need and I could see how much he wanted to orgasm. “Please, Wilder,let me come.”
Oh, my sweet stalker.
I moved my thumb to caress around thesensitive head of his dick and pinched down on his nipple as I took his mouth.He either took that as consent or just couldn’t hold back any longer, becausehe cried out against my mouth, and I felt his erection jerk. His orgasm rolledthrough him and cum spurted out onto my hands and up his abs.
Kisses and caresses and more little flicksof pain to his nipples had his orgasm pulsing through him. When he finallysagged against me, completely spent, he peeked up at me and smiled. “That wasamazing.”
I bent my head and gave him a tender kiss.Moving my fingers away from his nipples, I wrapped my arm around him andcradled him to my chest. I couldn’t have agreed more. He’d gone from my cutelittle stalker to something more precious in just days, but there was nodenying the fact that nothing had ever felt more right.
Chapter 10
Lane
“What are you going to wear for your man?”Eli flopped down on my bed like he owned the place.
Shaking my head, I shrugged. “He mentioneda few things that he wanted me to show him later, but I don’t know.” I pointedto the clothes on the bed. “I’m going to bring those and a few other pieces tohis house, but I’m not sure what to wear when I go over there.”
I kept digging through my drawers, mentallydebating the different options. “With the other stuff, if he changes his mind,I can just leave it in the bag and it doesn’t matter. But if things get heated again…well,that’s where I’m stuck.”
“It has to be something other than thoseboring ones. I can’t believe you wore those when he came over.” Eli sighed andlooked at me like I was an errant child that had missed the lessons they’d beentaught.
“I wasn’t sure what would happen when hecame over.” I didn’t know why I was making excuses to Eli; Wilder hadn’t mindedwhat I’d been wearing.
