Page 28 of Glitter

“Open your eyes, Henry.” I stayed quiet until he did as I demanded. “Good boy.”

“Oh,fuck…”

At that, I changed direction. “You want to be my good boy, Henry?”

He whined, his brow furrowing as he watched me, then he nodded.

“Good boys wait to come, Henry. They wait until they’re given permission to come. You’ll wait for me, won’t you, Henry? Be my good boy?”

He slowed down on his shuttling.

“Uh uh, pocket bear. I didn’t say you could slow down.” I watched him pick up the pace again. “Good boy.”

He frantically licked his lips before he started to beg. “Please angel, I need to come. Will you let me come? The thought of you in white lace… it’s driving me insane. Let me come, please. Please.”

“You’ll get to see me in white tomorrow, Henry. And once you see it, I’ll want you to make it dirty. Do you think you could do that for me? Make my pure white lace dirty? Makemedirty?”

“I’ll do whatever you want, angel. Anything. As long as you let me come now. Please.”

“Oh, you’re such a sweetheart, aren’t you, Henry? Such a good boy, waiting for me to come.” I felt my cock thicken and the baseof my spine tingle. I was moments away from coming, just like he was. “You’re my good boy, Henry. Come for me, pocket bear. Make me proud.”

He roared, come exploding out of his cock, spurting so high up his torso it nearly hit his chin. His fist kept shuttling as he rode his orgasm out, panting in time with every spurt.

Seeing him let go made his name fall from my lips as I followed him over the edge. I hadn’t been able to see his orgasm face last night, but watching it now made me realize it was truly a thing of beauty. He fought to keep his eyes open and on me because I’d asked him to, and that obedience was heady enough for me to come harder than I had since I’d been a teenager.

Silence descended between us as we caught our breaths and settled, our eyes staying on each other.

“Well…” The corners of Henry’s lips tipped up in a barely there grin. “That was unexpected.”

I chuckled, still getting my breathing under control. “If that’s what it’s like when you haven’t even seen my white lace and we’re in different locations, I can only imagine what tomorrow’s going to bring when I’m wearing them in front of you.”

He groaned and tilted his head back onto the sofa, a full smile gracing his face. “God help me.”

“Not God,” I said, repeating his words from last night with a laugh. “Just your angel. Just your angel with his very own good boy.”

“Fuck me.”

“Tomorrow night? With absolute pleasure, pocket bear.”

Chapter Nine

Blue

Istaredatthemessage on my phone for so long that the words started blurring together.

My Very Own Pocket Bear:

Message me your address. I’ll pick you up for our date. If you’d like to stay over, pack a bag that includes lace and makeup. I already have the glitter.

Thinking back to last night when Henry and I had watchedThe Polka-Dot Whaletogether, I grimaced at the memory of the sounds of my apartment block that had filtered through my phone. When he’d heard the shouts and police sirens, I’d tried to pass them off as noise from a neighbor’s TV, but the flashing police lights that soon reflected on the wall behind me as we chatted gave away the truth.

I should have cut the call short, or at least moved to another room, but I was selfish enough to not want to let him go. We’d been having such a great time; indeed, the entire weekend hadbeen beyond my wildest fantasies. Was it so wrong of me to want to stay in that bubble longer?

He’d been a little quieter for the rest of the call, but he hadn’t pushed me for answers to the questions that I knew must be swirling in his clever mind. If he didn’t raise them during our date tonight, it’d be a goddamn miracle.

This was why I had no one around to my place. Not even Amy had been offered an invitation. It would end up with tons of questions that I would get too embarrassed to answer and inevitably lead to flustered flailing of limbs and desperate attempts to change the subject.

No thanks.

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