Page 78 of Strange Lad

I continue to unbutton my jeans when he chokes again. “What is it?”

“Not here,” he rushes. “Get on my bed. Please,” he adds.

Smirking, I practically skip over to it. Iknewthese jeans would bring me good luck. Fuckin’ knew it. I peek over my shoulder, noticing that Oli hasn’t moved from the couch. Arching a brow in question, I wait for him to get up. He swallows hard and slowly rises.

“How do you want me?” I ask as he stalks closer.

“Lay down.”

“Pants on or off?”

“O-On.”

Shooting him a flirty smile, I crawl into his bed, situating myself towards the wall to recline against it. His forest green eyes skim over my body, a muscle feathering in his jaw. My dick throbs against my fly, but I don’t move a muscle. I’m his to instruct right now. For a split second, a tiny voice whispers in my ear that what I’m about to do isverygay, but I ignore it. I can deal with my sexuality later. I need to deal with my boner first.

“Do you watch porn, Oli?” I ask, trying to unclam him.

“Sometimes,” he rasps, staying at the foot of the bed.

“What kind?”

“Lesbian,” he says without skipping a beat. “It’s…sensual.”

I nod in agreement. “Is that what you like? Sensuality?”

“Mhm,” he rumbles and takes a breath. “Take your shirt off.”

Well, then.

I pull it off at a snail’s pace, wanting to embody some sort of fantasy for him. When I free my head from the neck hole, I gather the material up in my hand, using it to gently stroke over my hard nipples. It does more for me than for him, I’m sure, because I moan against my will. Oli’s tongue swipes his bottom lip quickly.

“You’re beautiful,” he tells me. “Keep touching your chest.”

Discarding the shirt, I drag my palms over my pecs, lingering on my nipples before gliding my hand down my stomach. Oli tsks me immediately, so I abandon that area. For long seconds, I tease my chest while he watches raptly. I’m so hard it hurts, and my nipples are hypersensitive. I’d kill for someone to suck on them.

“Oli,” I whine, ready to touch my cock.

“Lick your fingers and rub them.”

“Fuck,” I croak.

With shaky movements, I bring my index finger to my lips, gently sucking it into my mouth. When he grunts loud enoughfor me to hear it, shifting on his feet and the swell of his crotch growingsignificantly, I almost come in my pants. Coating the digit thoroughly, I let it slide past my lips with a pop and rub my right nipple. My eyes flutterinstantly.

“That’s it, kitten.” His voice is easily three octaves lower, grumblier. It’s hot as shit. “Now, the other one.”

Who knew? Who knew Oli was such a fucking kinky bitch? I didn’t. I’m here for it. “Do you like this? Telling me what to do?”

“Very much,” he rasps, fists clenching at his sides. “Suck your fingers again. Loudly.”

My breath hitches as I halt my nipple play and pop my fingers back in my mouth. I purposefully gag myself so he gets his audible fix. A little drool dribbles around the digits while I pretend they’re his cock. I don’t know if I’d be good at it, but I’m committed. I’d suck him so good if he’ll let me. With labored breaths, he tsks me again.

“That’s enough.”

I wiggle on his bed, trying to get a little friction, but his eyes harden. “Be still.”

“Sorry,” I chirp.

Taking a breath and stepping forward, his knees bump the edge of the bed as he ducks his head shyly. “Was that too much?”

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