Page 30 of Experiments in Love
Giggling again, Kennedy nodded against the couch before finally turning his head and aiming a smile at me. “Yep, my dick likes you best.”
Damn straight…or not so straight.
“I think you’ll find that most of you likes me best.” Slowly running my hand over his ass as he giggled, I shrugged. “It’s a curse of being a Dom, but I’m confident I can handle the responsibility.”
“You’re very good with making decisions and handling things, so you’re probably right.” Kennedy was wearing a teasing grin, but I had a feeling he was being more honest than he wanted to admit. “I think that means you should probably figure out what happens next because your pants are dirty and I’m stuck. My pants are trying to eat my legs.”
He wasn’t wrong about that but I managed not to laugh. “We’ll just have to make you naked…and me too. You’re going tohave to help me wash my pants, so I’m going to have to stay for a while.”
With any other date, I’d have worried about overstaying my welcome, but it was different with Kennedy, and I still hadn’t made love to him yet. The way his eyes lit up and he sucked in a breath said he approved, but he tried to play it cool, nodding slowly. “That makes sense. Yes. Since I got you dirty and all.”
Yep, it was his fault, so he had to deal with the consequences.
Nothing to get excited about here.
“Correct.” Trailing one finger down the middle of his ass, I teased over his hole to make sure he still remembered who it belonged to. “And I haven’t gotten to fuck this tight little hole yet. Oh, and we need to talk about a few ways to explore your fantasy.”
And that had his brain firing a million different ways all at once.
“You do? You are? I mean, we will?” Barely pausing to take a breath, he scrambled to sit up and just ended up nearly taking a header off the couch before I caught him. “How can we? You might not want to? Francis said—”
Cutting him off with a kiss, I ignored his questions while I took off his shoes and pants and did my best to keep him steady on my lap. “I will answer you once you’re naked and not going to break your neck.”
Looking down at himself, Kennedy stopped wiggling. “Yes, falling is scary. I don’t like that sensation.”
His death was higher on my list of things to worry about, but I nodded. “Then let’s try not to fall off my lap wiggling too much.”
I only had so many hands.
“Francis reads books about alien Doms with tentacle arms. He says they could keep even me still but I’m not sure I want tentacles inside my ass.” Muttering something about lightning that didn’t make sense, Kennedy relaxed into me as soon as his shirt came off. “Now I’m not stuck. That’s much better.”
His brain and body stayed calm for about five seconds until everything in him started flashing again, like he’d won a slot machine jackpot. He went stiff and sat up straight, staring into my eyes. “I’m naked and not going to die now.”
Chuckling, I had to agree with him. “You’re right, so let’s see if I can answer some of your questions.”
I just had to figure out what he’d been trying to ask.
“Unless you’ve changed your mind, which would be perfectly understandable, yes, I’m going to fuck you at some point this evening.” He also needed to be fed again sometime and for us to handle a few very practical things, but fucking was high on my to-do list.
When nothing in his reaction said I needed to adjust that part of our plans, I kept working my way through what I thought he’d been trying to ask. “Yes, I’m still very interested in exploring your fantasies. Firstly, that means we need to go over your limits list so we’re both on the same page, and secondly, we need to work on a first-step scene to see how you like the basic parts of the fantasy.”
Licking his lips and swallowing, Kennedy seemed to be following along. “You need to know what my limits are and what I’m comfortable with, and it’s like taking baby steps into a new activity. We see what parts we like and then we can plan bigger.”
As I nodded, Kennedy’s brain kept going. “I wanted to learn to rock climb, but Francis said we had to start small so I didn’t kill myself. So we went to this climbing gym place. That’s when I figured out I didn’t like the falling stuff.”
Oh.
“So no climbing.” Kennedy’s brows pulled together and I could see where his mind was going with the comparison.
“No climbing, but for us it wouldn’t quite be the same.” That got his attention, so I continued as he frowned. “Even if we didn’t like one piece or all of the scene we picked out to test-drive the fantasy, there are ways to adapt it.”
How?
He needed an example.
Oh.
“Say you didn’t actually like someone else fucking you.” I didn’t think that would be an issue, but it was impossible to predict everything that would happen in a scene. “If you liked being watched and getting fucked, we could do a scene at a BDSM club where I blindfolded you and used dildos on you. Then at the end of the scene I’d fuck you.”
