Page 79 of Strange Lad

“No. Not at all. I’m really into this. Keep going.”

Nodding, he bites his lip, confidence returning to his posture, and jerks his chin at my crotch. “Off.”

Yes, sir.

My wet fingers slip a little on the button, making me realize how rushed I’m doing this. Forcing myself to slow down, I toy with my zipper a bit, sliding it up and down until he growls.Growls.

His chest heaves as he waits expectantly. I kind of want to see what will happen if I don’t do it, but that’ll be for another time. He’s in control, so I cut the antics and shimmy my jeans down tomy ankles. There’s a giant wet spot in my briefs, right over the head of my dick, and Oli stares at it.

“Is that for me?” he asks in a hushed voice.

No fucking shit.“Yes, babe.” I kick off my jeans and wait.

Oli looks torn, and judging by the massive backward step he takes, he’s fighting something. Does he want to touch me? I cock my head, palming the mattress under me. What is he thinking? Part of me thinks I should pump the brakes here—it’s too much too soon. Sure,Iam super into this, but what if he’s pushing his limit? Oli has said that he hasn’t had sex inyears.Granted, this isn’t sex. He’s simply directing and watching. Fuck. I don’t know what to do.

“Talk to me, Beautiful,” I coo, needing to know where his head is.

When he doesn’t, my dick deflates a little. “Oli?”

Taking a deep breath through his nose, he pinches its bridge and steps up to the bed again. “I want to be closer, but I don’t want you to touch me.”

“Okay,” I say easily.

“I mean it.”

“I won’t. We’re still playing, remember?”

He nods once and climbs onto the bed. He wets his lips beside my feet and rasps, “You’re not hard anymore.”

“Got worried about you.”

“Don’t. I can handle this.” He stops, flicking his eyes to mine. “What do you need?”

Not much, in all honesty. “Tell me what to do.”

“Alright. Take off your underwear. Let me see you.”

Yup. That does it. My dick perks right back up.

Hooking my thumbs in the waistband of my briefs, I slowly drag them down enough to reveal my junk, and Oli groans. Squeezing my nuts, I wait for more instruction while my cockhead dribbles obscenely. Just the fucking air hitting mycock has it throbbing. Well, that and the fact Oli looks ready to devour me. I feel pretty damn sexy right now.

“You're perfect,” he tells me.

I blush hard and wiggle my hips. My length flexes in anticipation, needing to get the show on the road. “Oli,” I plead when he continues to stare at my dick.

Shaking his head slightly, voice rough, he says, “Take them all the way off and spread your legs.”

Fuck. Okay.

2.5 seconds later, I’m butt naked, spread eagle, and so thankful I decided two weeks ago to keep my ass groomed. I swallow hard, digging my nails into my quads. It’s like he’s edging me without even trying. My nuts are so full and drawn up that I know it won’t take much to have me busting the moment he gives me the green light.

“Bend your knees. I want to see your pretty hole.”

I shiver, do as he asks, and lift my cock and balls so he can get a better look. “Fuck,” he grunts.

I’m panting now, so keyed up; I might blow my load just from his hooded gaze. “Please, babe. I gotta do something,” I beg.

His hands curl into fists on his lap. “Will you be okay if I ask you to switch positions?”

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