Page 16 of Heartstrings & Hijinks

I nodded.

Gregory unbuckled my belt and unzipped my pants. He pushed them down, exposing the lacy, violet panties I’d picked out for this evening. My cock strained against the lace, and Gregory nuzzled his face against it. I groaned. The warmth of his skin, pressing against the hardness of my cock and the softness of the fabric, was a delicious combination of sensations. His tongue darted out like he might take me into his mouth, fabric and all. Then he stopped suddenly.

“Let me take you to my bedroom. You deserve more than a quick blow job by the front door.”

“I wouldn’t be opposed to one, though,” I said.

Gregory raised a brow. “We shall keep that in mind for the future, but for now, let me take you to a proper bed so I can do improper things to you.”

I liked the sound of that.

I held Gregory’s hand as he led me to his room. Once we were there, I stripped off my shirt and kicked off my pants. Gregory eyed where I had just left them deserted on the carpet. Mr. Neat and Tidy perhaps didn’t like things thrown about.

I picked them up and folded them nicely, placing them on the chair where Gregory had slept a week ago.

“Good boy,” he said.

I groaned and my knees shook.

“Interesting,” he said. “Does your interest in kinky things extend beyond sexy lingerie and dirty talk?”

I bit my lip. This was not a topic I expected to come up. The idea of dirty talk or something more in the kink realm had always just been an idea in my head, something to try with a partner I trusted. I’d never had one of those. Until now.

“Maybe,” I said. “With the right person.”

Gregory nodded knowingly. His eyes darkened with desire. Then he began to strip. I kept my eyes on him as he removed his shirt, laying it carefully over the back of the chair. Next came hispants. Then his briefs. His thick cock sprang free, and my mouth watered.

“What would you like, Evan?” he asked.

Everything. I let out a whimper because there were so many ideas running through my mind, I couldn’t pick just one.

“Be a good boy and focus. Tell me what you want.”

“I want to suck you, then I want you to fuck me.”

Gregory gestured for me to come to him, and I did. He kept his eyes on me as I lowered to my knees. I nestled my face against his velvety length, then used the tip of my tongue to tease his head. His hand went to my hair, threading his fingers into my locks.

“That’s a good boy, take my cock.”

I closed my mouth over his length, drawing him into my mouth as far as I could tolerate. I found myself wanting to please him, wanting to draw out his release and drink down his seed. I’d always enjoyed blowjobs, giving and receiving, but this was next-level. This was Gregory.

After a few moments of me working his length, using every trick in my repertoire, Gregory gripped this back of my head, lightly tugging on my hair.

“That’s enough. I want to come inside you, if you’ll let me.”

I met his gaze and nodded. “Yes. I want that.”

He jerked his head toward the bed, and I scrambled up on to it.

He gazed down at me once I was sprawled out, only wearing my lacy panties. With anyone else I would cover up under the scrutiny. But this was Gregory. I wanted him to look. I wanted him to want me.

Gregory grabbed supplies from the nightstand and dropped them onto the bed. Then he kneeled between my legs. “I hate to take these pretty things off you.”

I sucked in a breath. The heat of his gaze on me, the desire in his voice—all for me—had my dick hard and leaking.

“We’ll get you a pair that you can wear while I fuck you. How does that sound?”

I couldn’t make words, so I just nodded.

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