Page 21 of Weston & Cyrus
And with the cutesy tone that seemed to make it even dirtier for him.
That’d been fun too.
Being sweet to someone had never turned them on before, so getting to do an exaggerated version of it to Weston made it even better.
“The tinting is dark enough in here I could even have you hump my hand while we’re at a stoplight or something like that.” Making a thinking sound as he whimpered and rocked against me, I thoroughly enjoyed teasing his dick. “But then there’s also having you kneel on the ground so you can hump my leg. That’s probably a classic, though, so I’m sure you’ve already thought about it and jerked off to that fantasy a thousand times.”
And if he hadn’t before he was going to do it going forward.
“Humping the bed is a classic too.” There was no reason not to appreciate those. “I think that gives us some good variations to start with without even thinking about plugs or other toys like vibrating cock rings.”
Pulling in the parking lot, I didn’t like the silence I was getting from him, so I took a quick peek as I searched for a spot.
A goldfish.
He was a goldfish.
His mouth was still doing that open and closed thing as I parked the car and turned it off, but nothing said he was horrified.
So just stunned stupid again?
That didn’t seem to be a bad thing and was definitely better than our slightly awkward date, so I reached over and patted his pants again. “Are you going to be a good boy and show me your toys when we get inside? Do you already have those?”
It would make planning easier, but his fish routine didn’t give me the answers I was looking for. “Mouth closed as we go inside. We don’t want anyone thinking my slut is searching for a cock to suck.”
Too much?
Nope.
He grabbed his dick through his pants.
“No, slut.” Shaking my head, I moved his hand away as I frowned at him. “You have to leavethattoy alone. You didn’t ask to play with it.”
Oh, that was fun.
His entire body jolted like lightning had shot up his ass.
How had I missed how much fun humiliating him could be?
I was definitely going to find a way to punish him for that at some point, but for the time being, I waited and raised one eyebrow until he realized he had to respond. It took a few moments but eventually he looked around in confusion and I could see the pieces slowly come together in his mind. “I…I’ll leave it alone.”
Well, he got part of it.
“Good boy. But what are you leaving alone? How should you have said it?” He wasn’t going to get to use boring language as long as the naughty stuff got such good responses. “Try again.”
The too sweet push, almost like I was a teacher, got a wiggle and whine from him, but he didn’t disobey me. “I’ll leave my toy alone.”
Perfect.
“And?” Something had him squirming in his seat, so I tapped over his cock and shook my head. “Stop playing with yourself and answer my questions.”
Oh, that was fun too.
His gaze went back to being confused and sexy, but the rest of his body lit up like it was Christmas, and I was betting his body had made a desperate attempt to orgasm again. “I…”
I was going to learn to be very patient, but it was worth it to watch him try to find a verbal response and sit still at the same time. He didn’t seem to realize how long it’d taken him but eventually words came out again. “I have other toys. Not just this one.”
He glanced down at his cock like he wanted to make sure I knew what he was talking about. That definitely earned more praise. “Good boy for remembering it’s a toy not a cock. What else do you need to tell me, though?”
