Page 70 of Inferno

I’ve never been with a guy who had quite as much of a sex drive as Henry seems to be discovering. I don’t know if that’s because sex and sexual intimacy are so new to him, but I wasn’t expecting him to be quite as excitable as he is.

I know he enjoyed his introduction to anal sex last night, and I’m more than looking forward to fucking him again. But my need for sexual control has been heightened by Henry’s seemingly unending sexual desire, and I plan to introduce him to a little edging and some withheld gratification so he doesn’t expect to regularly get to come six or seven times a night.

Alongside the plugs, I select a cock ring and a couple of dildos to use on him. I know I’ll need to ease him into new sexual experiences, but I have a feeling that Henry and I are more sexually compatible than I could ever have hoped for.

By the time nine a.m. rolls around, I’m on edge and missing my Kitten. I’ve never experienced this overwhelming need for another person before. In my past relationships, I’ve never hoarded my partner’s time, and I was more than happy to spend time apart, with friends and family. Even with Gabe, I never had a problem with him going out with his friends or doing things without me. All I asked was that we have open communication. Looking back, him being away from me must have bothered me more than I realized, because he said I stifled him and made him feel bad for wanting to see his friends. Although I don’t ever remember feeling that way.

With Henry, I know I’m going to have to be on my guard not to oppress him. He’s only been at work for two hours, and Ialready want to call and text him to check he’s okay and remind him that he doesn’t get to touch himself, no matter how horny he’s feeling.

I should let him go home alone tonight, but I only have one more day off and then I’m on shift for four days. I refuse to allow him any space when our time together is so limited.

After adding some more bottles of lube and a vibrating prostate massager that I can control from an app on my cell to the sex toy basket, I check out, paying extra for rush delivery in the hopes that I might be able to use some of the new toys on him before I have to leave for work.

When I check the time, I huff, frustrated that it’s only nine thirty a.m. Glancing out of the window, I decide to mow my grass, hoping that some physical chores will help the time pass quicker.

They don’t.

I mow my yard, then Danny’s, and then Oz’s. Just when I’m considering doing the entire row of houses, Oz’s front door opens and he steps outside.

“What the fuck are you doing?” he asks.

“I’m mowing,” I growl, feeling like it’s pretty obvious what I’m doing, considering I’m pushing a lawnmower.

“I see that. Why are you mowingmygrass?”

“Because I was doing mine, then I saw yours and Danny’s was getting long, so I decided to be a good neighbor and do it for you,” I snap.

Oz blinks, like he wants to snap back at me, then stops. “Do you know what’s going on with Danny and Parker?” he asks, shocking me with the sudden change of subject.

I shrug. “He likes her, she likes him, they’re both being stubborn.”

“He should just knock her up and marry her, it worked for me,” Oz says, like it’s the obvious answer to Danny and Parker’s stupidity.

“I’m not sure if forcing the girl to marry him, if that’s not what she wants, is the best idea,” I growl petulantly, even though I know that despite their past, Oz and his wife Etta are blissfully happy.

“Do you have something to say?” Oz growls, taking a step toward me, his face a mask of anger.

“No,” I sigh, scrubbing at my face with my hands.

“Etta and I love each other, we’re very happily fucking married. She’s having my baby.”

“I know,” I say, softening my tone. “I’m a little frustrated. I’m sorry, I shouldn’t be taking it out on you. My bad, bro. Where is Etta? Is she still having bad morning sickness?”

“She’s at work,” Oz snarls, his expression clearly showing his distaste at his wife’s decision to go to work today.

I have to bite my tongue to stop myself from commiserating with him and telling him that I completely understand his anger and frustration. This is the perfect time to tell him about Henry. I could tell him that my boy being away from me feels like I’m being punished.

But I don’t say anything, and I honestly don’t know why. I know this man. I know he won’t care that I’m bi. I know he won’t care that I’ve fallen for a man, but I still stay quiet, not sure how to explain that I’ve kept part of myself hidden the entire time we’ve known each other.

Instead, I suggest we host an intervention for Danny and accompany Oz as he knocks on Danny’s door. When the conversation turns to Oz and Etta again and his frustration about her going to work, I can’t help smiling to myself.

“She’s pregnant. She doesn’t need to work. I can take care of my wife,” Oz growls.

“Caveman much.” I chuckle, wondering if this is how I sound to Henry.

“You wait till you find your woman, then tell me you like her working,” Oz snarks.

When my gaze clashes with Danny’s he raises an eyebrow tauntingly at me.

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