Page 75 of Hiding From Laughter

But since assholes were notoriously hard toplease, I rolled my eyes and sighed as I slowly sank my dick deep again. He waswell-prepared already, but I let the throat fucking build up to the rough bits,loving edging both of us.

That was amazing in itself, but watchinghim slowly start to shift and wiggle as his bladder became an issue he couldn’tignore was hot as fuck.

When I finally got to the point where I wasslowly feeding my dick down his throat and feeling him swallow around me, I hadto fight to keep the rough, angry expression I needed to wear. “See? It’s nothard, slut.”

Ignoring his wiggles was getting harder,though, but I was amazing and played my part well. He wouldn’t have wanted itany other way even if at the moment he was starting to panic.

Moving his head faster, I made sure to givehim enough time to breathe but that was about it. He was constantly on the edgeof it being too much and that just had his cock begging for attention and himwhimpering around my dick. “You should’ve been able to apologize on your own.”

But since he hadn’t, I needed to pick upthe slack.

An asshole’s job was never done.

But it was done with amazing fuckingpatience because I was waiting for him to get just a bit more frantic before Ishifted the scene…so that meant no orgasm for me.

A Master’s job was also never done.

So before I pushed us both too close to theedge, I eased out and narrowed my gaze as he sucked in air like he’d beenrunning a marathon. “That’s how a slut apologizes.”

“I…I’m…” Shivers were still racing throughhim and his arms kept twitching like he could barely hold them in place, butall his attention was squarely on my face. “I’m sorry, Master.”

“I expect better from you next time.” Therewould always be a next time for that fantasy because we played it about once amonth…and anytime Ashton’s current book was filled with asshole motorcycle clubguys.

“I will…I’ll be a good cocksucker. Ipromise.” Ashton’s breathy tone went right to my dick, reminding me that weweren’t done by a long shot. He must’ve seen something on my face because heswallowed hard and his gaze finally dropped back down to my erection. “Can…canI show you now, Master?”

“No.” Or he’d finish me off entirely toosoon. “Don’t pout, slut.”

Because it was too tempting.

“I’m still going to use you.” Grabbing hisarm, I jerked my head. “Stand up.”

He used my hand to steady himself andslowly rose, but it was about the show, not because he was aching. “I…how areyou going to use me, Master?”

I’d have given anything to know what wasgoing through his head. The mix of desire and frustrated wiggles made it clearhe couldn’t ignore his bladder any longer. He was doing his best, though.Ashton might’ve been curious and sexy as fuck, but he was also stubborn asfuck.

“I’m going to use your hole, slut.”

Then we’d see how long he could last.

Chapter 21

Ashton

He.

I.

“Over against the wall.” Micha’s perfectasshole Master routine sent a shiver through me, but there was just somethingabout the casual way he jerked his head toward the wall with the shower on itthat made it even more perfect.

As his slut, I wasn’t even worth pointingfor.

“Do you need an invitation, slut?” Hisdickhead delivery was so good I had to remind myself how hard he’d practiced toget it just right.

My dick didn’t seem to care if it was realor not, though. It loved everything about it.

And it was doing its best to drag my mindback to the fantasy realm where everything felt so real I wanted to explode butdidn’t actually want my Master to lose his shit at me for coming too quickly.

Or for anything else.

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