The happy, pride-filled tone probably should’ve made me blush at the very least, but it just had my dick trying to hump the bed again.
“Naughty boy.” His tap was probably lighter that time, but doing it right on the head of my dick made it feel like lightning was firing through me. “No humps.”
Francis would die of embarrassment when I told him what had happened but it was amazing and he’d love it too.
“I’m…” I was going to apologize but a slicked finger sliding into me stopped all brain function. “Oh…that’s…”
He’d found the lube.
I hadn’t exactly hidden it, making sure to leave it strategically placed on the nightstand, but I hadn’t pointed it out either.
“I’m starting to think we can’t count on your dick to behave himself.” Making that sound like it was shameful, Master sighed. “But don’t worry, I’ll bring over a cage next time I visit. That will help the situation.”
Would it?
I’d completely lost track of what lesson I was supposed to be learning or why my dick needed to be caged, but even with thelimited function of my brain cells, I knew admitting that would be a bad thing. I wanted to come, not be punished for losing track of the conversation.
Nope.
I was going to agree to everything and worry about the consequences later.
Chapter 13
Anson
I wasn’t sure Kennedy had any idea what was going on as far as the conversation went, but he was happy and needy and desperate to get my dick inside of him. He hadn’t even seemed to notice that I’d stripped off my clothes as I’d gotten the lube ready.
So I was going to focus on fucking him and not get too attached to the cage idea until his head had cleared a bit.
“I…Yes…good boy.” His rambling could’ve kept going, but I stopped it midstream by sliding in a second finger.
The distraction would only work for about thirty seconds until his brain caught up, but it was enough time that I got to feel like the best Dom ever for frying his brain. It took a lot to get Kennedy to stop talking completely, and I was just going to enjoy the feeling until he made me work even harder for it.
I didn’t mind a challenge, though.
Especially when it came with a wonderfully sensitive ass.
My curious cutie must’ve had twice the nerve endings of anyone else I’d ever slept with because he’d nearly come off the bed with just the tip of my finger in him. I’d thought I’d need to pull out and get lube until he’d moaned and rocked back to get more.
There were other places besides his cock that he didn’t mind aching…which was something else he didn’t seem to realize.
I had a feeling his friend Francis hadn’t asked nearly enough questions about why Kennedy had so many interesting opinions on bottoming.
And why he had no interest in topping.
It was going to be fun for me, though, so I didn’t have a problem with it.
“That’s right.” He moaned as I barely brushed over his prostate, but he behaved and didn’t try to hump the bed. Rewarding good behavior seemed to be important with Kennedy, so I stroked his cock and tapped his slit.
It was just enough pain to have his body lighting up and it got me a pleased sigh. “Good boys get rewards. Don’t forget.”
He nodded but I wasn’t sure how much was getting through. The way he was squeezing my fingers and moaning didn’t make that very easy to read. The only things that were easy to understand were his needy sounds and the way he tried to pull me deeper.
Kennedy was so completely focused on getting me inside him that he started to grumble when I finally eased my fingers out and climbed up behind him on the bed. He was so frustrated with me that he managed to push his arms up so he could see what was going on. “Oh.”
Yep, naked Dom with a hard-on just hanging out…ignore the erection and the condom that’s going down it.
“If your next words aren’t ‘Master, you’re so sexy,’ we’re going to have a problem.” My dry response and the way my dickwas aimed at his needy hole had Kennedy picking up one hand and waving at me.
