“If we’d been doing this a few years ago,the answer would be different and I’d probably have some ‘I’m not gay’ moment.But it’s not a scary thought anymore.” I’d watched guys and thought about itfor long enough that nothing we’d done seemed frightening—new, yes, but notscary.
“I’ve got a few guys I work with that arein relationships with guys. I’ve just…well, you’re just the first who’s everlooked at me like that.” After I said that, Porter gave me a possessive grinlike he liked the fact that he was my first.
“Like what?” He tweaked my nipple, probablyjust to make me squirm, but it pushed me to answer as well.
“Like you really saw me.” It sounded silly,so I kept going. “Most guys looked at my tattoos and dismissed me, and I don’treally know how to flirt, so that made it even worse. You didn’t just assumethings. You talked to me.”
His smile widened. “You were fascinatingfrom the first time I saw you. A mix of contradictions, but I was so curiousabout you.”
Porter’s smile turned more wicked as heflicked his finger over one nipple and then the other. As I squirmed, tryingnot to move my hands, he chuckled. “And I knew these were going to be so muchfun to play with.”
I’d have probably felt embarrassed if hehadn’t been making me feel so good and so distracted. “Yes, please play withthem.”
Porter made a low, sexy sound and slidlower on the bed. As his lips moved closer to one nipple, he blew across it,making me strain closer to him. “No, be a good boy.”
I couldn’t decide why the rush ofembarrassment was so sexy when he said that, but I decided I didn’t care. “Yes,Sir. I’ll be good.”
Because hopefully that would make sure hedidn’t stop.
He’d been watching me carefully and I knewhe didn’t want to push me too far. But it didn’t feel like anything we didtogether was too much. It was like it would never be enough.
“I know you’ll try.” His heated expressionsaid he was going to push my ability to follow through with that promise.
When he finally crossed the last few inchesand flicked his tongue over one nipple, I knew he wasn’t going to take it easyon me.
There was just something wicked about thelook on his face. It sent a shiver through me and made me want to squirm underhim and promise again that I could be good. I wasn’t sure it was a promise Icould keep, but that didn’t make it any less sexy.
As he stretched over me and bit down on myother nipple, making me gasp out, I knew he was going to have fun pushing meright to the edge again. Feeling the wonderful sensations rushing through me, Icouldn’t help but wonder if it would always be like this between us.
Was it because it was Porter? Because hewas a Dom? Because he was a man?
Crying out as he started sucking on onenipple and sending sparks through me, I decided it had to be Porter. Pleasureand flashes of pain shot through me as he tugged and nibbled and licked until Iwas writhing under him. I would’ve been able to hold back, but he kept rubbinghis torso over my dick, making it impossible.
When he pinched both nipples, twisting themperfectly, and licked down my abs like he was heading for my dick, I broke.Grabbing onto his shoulders, I thrust up and rubbed against him. Two strokes wereall it took and my orgasm was crashing over me again.
“Naughty boy.” Porter’s growled-out wordsand the way he kept teasing my nipples just kept the pleasure flowing.
When I finally slumped down on the bed,just whimpering as he flicked his fingers over my nipples, I closed my eyes. Hechuckled but it was a dirty, commanding sound that let me know he was going toenjoy my disobedience.
“You were a verynaughty boy.” Hearing the pleasure in his voice as he said those words made themeven sexier.
“I’m sorry?” The fact that it came out as aquestion seemed to seal my fate.
I forced my eyes open to see him shakinghis head. “No, you’re not nearly sorry enough.”
Was he going to punish me?
That idea probably shouldn’t have been hot.
“I’ll do better?”
Yeah, that didn’t help.
Porter didn’t seem to believe me eitherbecause his expression stayed skeptical as he sat up and straddled my legs.“No, I think we need to establish some ground rules.”
Rules?
“Yes, Sir?”
