Page 77 of Strange Lad
Added bonus, myass.
If I know one thing about sex, it’s that you have to be at least semi-decent at it, or no one wants to fuck you. And that all starts with having the rightparts, as he vaguely puts it. I’m not worried about my performance skills or how I look. I got over that insecurity a long time ago. But I want to make a good first impression if and when it happens. I’d ideally like to get that first impression insoon. Kissing and touching him feels so good that I just know everything else is going to rock my world like a 9.0 earthquake.
What is grinding my gears, though, is this damn movie.
Just Friends.Seriously? That’s what he puts on?
A guy madly in love with his best friend, then gets all hot and gorgeous only to come back and woo her into loving him?
I glare at the side of his face while he munches onmyPopRocks. My bag is forgotten in my hand. This is not helping my insatiable lust for him, which has only gotten worse since I know what his lips feel like.
“Just ask me,” he says lowly, the fizzy candy cracking on his tongue.
“We have to do something. Even if it’s just cuddling. I’m dying over here. Can wepleasecuddle?”
Silently, he lifts his arm. I plaster myself to his side, sighing happily, and toss back some candy into my mouth. “Thanks,” I say with my mouth wide open to hear the satisfying crackle.
He leans, jostling me, and places his candy on the coffee table. Resituating us, he lowers the volume on the TV and clears his throat. “Were you really going to jack off?”
“Like ninety percent sure I would’ve.”
I watch out of the corner of my eye as he taps his fingers on the armrest. “I have…an idea.”
“Do tell.” I put my PopRocks beside his and twist to face him.
“A big part of my…issues…revolves around control. I’m constantly worried I won’t have a say.”
“You do, though. Anyone who says otherwise should go die,” I say firmly, ready to enact that sort of carnage as soon as I find out who hurt him.
“I think I might be able to warm up to the idea if I feel in control. Like I call the shots.”
My brain is effectively torn between murderous rage and lack of blood flow. “Explain it to me.”
“Our game helps because I get to pick and choose. What if we extend that to…other things.”
“Like you tell me what to do? What are you, a secret dom?” I eyeball him, and he huffs a weak laugh.
“I don’t think so?” He frowns andthinks.I wait for him to gather his thoughts. “Let me give you an example.” And I wait some more because he squirms beside me, nervous about telling me what he wants. I take his hand to reassure him it’s okay. “Earlier, you said you’d jack off. I didn’t want you to because…well, fuck. Because I want to watch.”
My eyebrows fly to my hairline as my mouth hangs open in shock. “Really?”
“Is that weird?”
“Not at all, my little voyeur,” I tease, bringing his hand to my lips to kiss the back of it. “Do you want to watch because watching turns you on? Or do you want to watch so you don’t feel pressured?”
Relief washes over his features. “Both.”
“So, let me get this straight. You want to watch me jack off, but you want to tell me how to do it?”
“I want to tell you what to do,” he says confidently. “Is that something you’d be okay with?”
Um, yes.“I could be persuaded,” I say slyly and shove my cheek in his direction.
Chuckling, he rewards me with a sweet kiss beside my mouth. Ready to get the show on the road, I stand up and fumble with my jeans. Oli chokes, waves his hands, and blurts, “You don’t have to right now!”
“Babe, I’ve been hard for you so long that it never went down. I’m game if you are.”
His nostrils flare as his eyes drift to my crotch. After a few rough swallows and a breath, he rasps, “Alright.”
