Page 28 of Weston & Cyrus
Definitely.
Being weird was just the base level, so I expected that right off the bat. It was the rest of it I wasn’t so sure about.
Honesty was always a good plan and generally couldn’t get me in much trouble because I had one of those faces where people hated to get mad at me. But what kind of honest? The sincere dating kind? The helpful friend? The Dom who wanted to make him happy and horny again?
WWCD?
I’d heard people joking around the club with aWhat Would Conner Doridiculousness, but in my curious situation, I was starting to understand how people got to that point.
He’d be pissed at us, though, so I wasn’t going to take his advice to heart too much, but it’d give me a starting point.
Okay.
Confidence was going to be important.
Weston would be like the insane monsters my mother called her puppies and be able to smell any kind of fear.
No hesitation.
He’d see that as fear too.
Teasing would be good or at the very least a distraction to make him squirm because floaty Wessie was already hard again based on the way his hips were squirming.
Yes.
That would work.
But for the time being, my plan was on hold while I waited to see how long he was going to fly for me.
Longer than I expected was the answer…and long enough that my dick made a valiant effort to get hard again. It was still a bit overly optimistic, though, so it was only halfway there as Weston shifted and rubbed his face against my thigh.
I kept up the soft stroking over his head and did my best to stay completely relaxed as he started making quiet thinking noises. It took a few more minutes before he went still, but he’d lasted a lot longer than I’d expected.
So…
“Oh God.”
Not good.
“How am I already hard again?”
That was good…and something I could work with.
“Because you’re my slut.” My slightly asshole comment had him groaning again, but I kept running my fingers through his hair and did my best to sound like I didn’t have a worry in the world. “And if you’re a very good boy, I’ll let you hump the bed because you were such a good cocksucker.”
Yep, the fate of the world wasn’t riding on my ability to keep him from freaking out.
It was just an everyday conversation.
Nothing stressful at all.
“I…” Weston seemed either confused or dumbfounded for a few seconds, but I did my best to keep up the relaxed front. “I did a good job?”
He was insane.
But he was my insane slut based on our conversation earlier.
“Yes, you were a very good cocksucker.” Taking a chance, I lifted his head and let him pretend to keep his eyes closed even though I knew he was peeking out at me. “You were also very cute when you got your reward and I loved all your happy sounds.”
