“I…” Moaning as I nibbled on his ear, he rocked his dick against me. “Do you think that’s intimate? I thought it was fun but I don’t know the rest…the rest right off the bat.”
I loved scrambling his brains, but I kept my teasing light enough that he could think for the most part. “Firstly,everyone will have different views on what’s intimate and what’s something they do in front of others. So we’re not worried about what other people think, just us. Alright?”
He nodded, but he made sure to wiggle closer and tilt his head to the side so that he could get more attention. “Yes. I don’t mind being different.”
And that was one of my favorite things about him.
“Me neither.” Especially not in the BDSM sense. “You might have a different view on this once you think about it, but to me it’s not intimate enough to keep private. I don’t think I would talk about the rules I set up for you or things like that, though.”
When it came to Kennedy, that seemed more private to me.
“I can see that.” Rocking his hips, he made a happy sound as he curled into me and our erections stroked against each other’s. “Yes, we don’t need to talk about that in public or…and…we don’t need to talk about things that I do wrong either. Those are private discussions.”
Damn.
“Baby?” Waiting until he’d raised his head, I kissed his nose. “I will never tell anyone else about something about you that frustrates me. Have you ever heard that line about military service, praise in public, censure in private? That’s us. Praise in public and talk about issues in private. No one else needs to know if you think I don’t do laundry often enough or if I keep walking past shoes that need to be put away.”
People complained about their partners in public entirely too often.
Kennedy let out a slightly shaky breath and nodded. “I think that’s a very good plan.”
He didn’t believe it a hundred percent, but he wanted to. “So, from what you’re saying, I can spank you and make you come at the club, but we’ll be careful when we talk about the rules and problems parts of our relationship.”
“Yes.” Kennedy seemed to be done with the conversation, probably because he was feeling vulnerable, because he curled back into me and made a very obvious tease of rubbing our dicks together. “And I won’t even talk about shower accidents either. Those are probably private too.”
Trying not to laugh, I nodded. “Yes, we’re not going to talk about your Dom’s hair trigger if you make him come unexpectedly.”
Snickering, he nodded. “No sharing about accidents. My Dom is in full control.”
He was such an adorable dork.
“I’m glad you understand that.” Bringing one hand to his neck, I squeezed the back just enough to make him feel owned. It got a sexy shiver and the faintest whine from my naughty boy. “But don’t forget, I like rewarding my good boy. That means you have a vested interest in behaving.”
“I’ll…I like rewards. I’ll be good.” Loving his honesty about why he was going to be good for me, I gave his ass a wet smack that was more sound than pain. It got me a sexy moan from Kennedy and he went back to doing his best to fuck his dick against mine. “I like the way you make me come too…and…and you hold me so good. You even let me talk.”
My poor baby.
“That’s right, because you fill me up, don’t you?” When he nodded against me, I tightened my hold on his neck and slippedthe fingers of my other hand between his cheeks so I could tease his clenched hole. “And I’m going to fill you up in a different way later.”
He couldn’t seem to decide if he wanted to moan or giggle, but his adorable mix of both made me smile as he humped me faster. “You’re so…that’s…”
He gave up trying to call me silly or a dork again, both of which were right, and decided on a different tactic. His hands. Wiggling them between us, he wrapped his hands around our erections and made a warm, wet cave for us to fuck into.
“Oh…naughty boy…” My moan, and probably the way my fingers tightened, got a giggle from him.
As he shook his head, he did his best to caress every inch of my dick. “I’m getting you all clean.”
At some point I’d have to remind him that soap should be involved to call it that, but it didn’t seem like the right moment. He was doing his damnedest to win theoops, there was an accidentcontest and it only seemed right to let him win.
I didn’t make it too easy, though.
Fucking his needy hole with the tip of my finger, I nibbled on his neck and teased his ear, moaning softly so he would know how good he was making me feel. “You think you’re going to make me the naughty one but I know something you don’t.”
That got another laugh and had him shaking his head. “No, but it’s okay if you have an accident. It happens.”
Rolling my eyes, I almost laughed but I caught it just in time. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
“I’m talking about getting you clean and then having dinner with you and making sure I’m tight and slick when you fuck me.” My boy was feeling very confident, and his dirty talk had my cock trying to explain why waiting to come would be a bad idea.
