Page 20 of Weston & Cyrus
He was evil.
How had I never realized that?
How had I never realized how sexy that was?
Fuck.
“Oh yes, that’s my good boy.” As my orgasm crashed over me, Cyrus ground his leg against me and kept the pleasure and humiliation rushing through me. “I bet that feels so good. Such a cute, dirty little slut.”
Then he shut down my brain completely.
He kissed my head.
Chapter 6
Cyrus
I’d worry when he stopped gaping at his lap and shivering.
Looking stupid and confused while he marveled at his mess wasn’t the point to start obsessing yet.
Remembering that was harder than he seemed to think, but I’d seen Weston at his most dramatic and we were nowhere near him being frustrated with me.
He was simply stunned and possibly still technically turned on even though he’d just come humping my leg. Which, okay, had been hot enough to turn both of us into morons, but I was supposed to be the thinking one, so I was glad he’d let me drive us back to his place.
Without any grumbling.
Yep, stunned stupid and possibly still really touch starved.
But I didn’t think that was going to derail our night, so I decided to test the waters as I pulled up to a stoplight not far from his apartment. “How’s my messy boy?”
Mentally crossing my fingers I was still on the good side of humiliation, I reached over and patted the front of his pants right over his cock.
Good side.
He moaned again and his mouth dropped open.
Hmm.
Okay, he closed it.
Nope, opened again.
We played that game through most of the red light, but before it switched, he sucked in a breath and found his wandering brains. “I…I’m…sticky.”
That wasn’t a bad response, so I nodded slowly. “I think that’s my second favorite part, though, so don’t feel bad about being a dirty boy who messed his pants.”
As the light turned to green, I pulled my hand back and focused on the road, giving him another chance to process. I was prepared for anything from more silence to a random fact, but he made me smile when he finally found a question.
“What was…what was your first favorite part?” A quick glance showed him blinking and giving his head a shake like he was trying to think. But we’d already proven that wasn’t a great idea, so as we slowly moved down the street, I reached out and started rubbing right over his soft cock.
It got an adorable embarrassed squeak, but the moan that quickly followed said I didn’t have anything to worry about as I figured out how to answer him. “Well, aside from just being able to take you out on a date and not hide what I want to do to you, my favorite part was having you hump my leg in the parking lot.”
The mess was a happy side effect of the fun.
I wasn’t sure if it was the answer or something about my tone, but he closed his eyes and moaned again, earning another squeeze to his sticky soft package. “That’s…I…”
When nothing else came out, I treated it like a sentence and guessed at what he’d been going to say. “It was humiliating and sexy. I know. But don’t worry, I liked it too. You’re a cute little humper, so we’re going to be doing that a lot.”
