Page 8 of Weston & Cyrus
Somehow that had reality tuning back in, and the buzzing in the back of my head shifted down to a low hum instead of a vibrator turned up to the highest setting.
“You don’t say things like that.” My probably stupid response had him raising one eyebrow. “You don’t.”
“But you liked it and I like you.” He shrugged as I tried to process everything. “I also like seeing you squirm, and knowing I’m turning you on is fun. I just didn’t expect it to happen because of how naughty you are.”
He’d.
He’d done it again.
He knew that, right?
“I.” Fuck. “You have to stop doing that.”
Yes. That was a more reasonable response.
“No.” Cyrus crossed his arms over his chest. “We’re having a legitimate discussion and we’re just going to have to deal with the fact that it’s obviously arousing you.”
He knew it.
“You’re probably such a slut you like that I know you’re turned on.” Shaking his head, he sighed like I was being ridiculous, which turned me on more.
Which probably made me ridiculous in some kind of way and that turned me on even more.
God.
Someone needed to shoot me.
“I…” What had we been discussing? Fuck. “I understand it’s not safe and I’m not going to do it.”
“It’s not safe to do it with someone else but you know I’m safe.” Trailing his gaze down me, he lingered on my arm where I was trying to hide my erection. “I think you’re sexy, so I won’t mind watching you. I’m hoping you meant watching you when you were naked, but you weren’t specific about what kind of cam slut you were going to be.”
I needed more blood in my head before I could respond to anything he was saying.
The big head.
The small one was very full at the moment.
“I…I wasn’t going to push anyone to do something they weren’t comfortable with.” I hadn’t worked out all the details because I’d been hoping Conner would help with that. He knew everyone’s limits and could remember all kinds of weird details about people.
“That’s my answer, I guess.” Sighing, he shook his head again. “I bet you were going to jerk off or let them watch you shower.”
I.
He.
That.
“Do we need to wait until you’re less turned on to talk about this?” Cyrus glanced down at my lap again. “I don’t mind checking back with you about it, but it doesn’t seem like you have enough blood in your brain to process my questions.”
No. I did not.
“You can shake your head. Good boy.” He smiled and then looked down at my still hidden erection. “I bet you liked that, didn’t you?”
He was way too good at this.
“I…I don’t want to fuck up our friendship.” That was a reasonable response, right? “You’re…you’re my friend.”
He nodded but still seemed to be fucking with me. “Your hot friend you’ve been fantasizing over and then getting turned on again because thinking about being used by me is wrong, isn’t it?”
