Page 46 of Strange Lad

“Good?” he murmurs, the pads of his fingers brushing against my forehead before diving back in.

“So good,” I slur. Fuck, I’m such a needy bitch.

“Just like a kitten.”

Oh god. Not with the kitten again.

“Next round,” I blurt before my dick tries to join the party. “My turn.”

His hand leaves my hair, but his eyes are eager and alert. Oh, he loves this game. “Since you touched my hair, I want to touch yours.”

Instead of agreeing, he simply tugs the hair out of its low ponytail. The tips of his dirty blond strands reach below his shoulders but not quite past his collarbone. “Just don’t touch my ears,” he says.

What an odd request. “I won’t.”

I have to lean a bit since he’s got my right hand pinned. My chest brushes against his shoulder, grazing one of my nipples, and it’s like lightning to the tip of my dick. God, I’m such a sucker for him. Such a needy, suckery sucker. I bite my lip hard to keep my body from reacting as I sift my fingers through his silky hair. Its tangle free and smells good.

Oli’s eyes flutter closed as he leans eagerly into my petting. “Okay?” I check in.

“Yes. Keep going, please.”

I beam and work my nails over his scalp, massaging and soothing. His big body sags into the couch, and out of the corner of my eyes, I see his bulge growing. Not much, but his cock is awake. Before I can celebrate, though, I pull my hand back, breathless. Oli is too, and we simply stare at each other.

“See?” I force a smile. “We’re okay.”

Oli reaches out, cups the side of my face, and strokes my cheek. I stop breathing, eyes wide, heart hammering.

Oh, someone is playing dirty.

While his thumb makes dizzying circles, his four fingers scratch at my skull, and I moan. I can’t fucking help it. I’m worked up from that one nipple graze and feeling him forthe first time. His smell is like some mystical vapor I want permanently in my nose. I can’t even figure out what the smell is; I only want it closer and deeper.

“Thank you,” he rasps, dragging his thumb to the corner of my mouth, and I’m fully erect. I can’t stop it, can’t hide it. I peek down at his crotch, and he’s hard, too.

Judging by the outline, he’s big. That’s a little nerve-wracking, but I can work with it. I’ve been doingtonsof research. “You’re welcome,” I say through another moan.

“What’s next?” he murmurs, still touching me, still present.

I don’t want to assume he’s ready for more, so I pull away. Hell,Idon’t know that I’m ready for more. One wrong breath, and I might maul him.

“A break. We can play later,” I say with deep remorse in my chest. Thankfully, I hide it well.

“Okay.” He blows out a breath, releasing my face and hand.

“Food?” I ask.

He smiles gently. “Food.”

Oli seems lighter than he ever has. Our game seems to have reassured him immensely, which I’m stoked over.

Concentrating on my food is hard because the ghost of his touch keeps giving me chills. How he’d held my face and brushed against the side of my mouth. I wanted him to drag that finger over, tease my lips, and then stuff it inside. I’m extremely horny, but I stay chill as a cucumber while we finish up our meal.

We decided to order in because it was easier, and I can tell that we both wanted to explore more. I want to play with his nipples.A groan works its way up my throat as he pops the last fry in his mouth, chewing slowly.

“What?” he asks through a chuckle.

“Have you always been like this?” I gesture at him.

“Like what?”

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