Page 93 of Weston & Cyrus
That had his blush coming back and he looked embarrassed to have been caught complaining. “Sorry, Master. My legs don’t work.”
He was aiming for cute and apologetic but it looked adorably manipulative, which made it easy to ignore. “They’re going to have to.”
Pushing down the front of my pants as my needy boy managed to sit back on his heels, I grabbed my erection and gave it a squeeze. “We’re playing cowboy.”
And the fact that he’d already come was going to make it interesting, so I raised one eyebrow as I shoved my slightly sticky pants down. “My little minute man got too excited but that doesn’t mean my fun is all done.”
He wanted to blush and squirm from the minute man comment, but the idea of using himself to pleasure me after he’d already come seemed to turn him on. “I…I want you to have fun…have fun using your slut, Master.”
As I tossed my pants to the end of the bed, I patted my lap. “Then climb up, cowboy, and show me what a good slut I’ve got.”
So. Much. Fun.
I was doing my best to keep the over-the-top cheerful smile in place without actually laughing, but his blushing grumbles and the way his cock twitched just made it painfully hard.
Literally.
He was sexy as fuck even when he was the cutest mix of embarrassed and turned on. “I didn’t mean to go so fast.”
“But you did.” Kissing his nose as he used his shaking legs to straddle my lap, I rubbed his spanked cheeks. “I should’ve known my minute man would struggle with that.”
I hadn’t thought it’d be the club idea that would set him off, though.
It’d been more of a spur of the moment kind of thing and I’d been expecting shock and a bit of curiosity in the best-case scenario. The fantasy of being watched as he got himself off so roughly just did it for him.
Reality might be different, but for the moment, the idea was wicked and fun.
“You just…” Weston lost his train of thought as I wrapped my arms around him and fitted his body tight against my chest. “That was…”
Sexy as fuck.
“It’s okay that you liked being watched so much.” Kissing his cheek had him hiding his face against my neck. “Oh, don’t be shy. You’re going to be cute having playtime for everyone.”
There were a couple of rooms where we could set it up, and in some of them, he wouldn’t know if he was being watched or not.
That would be fun in a completely different way and his shiver said he knew it too.
“Such a cutie.” Kissing the side of his head got an embarrassed groan but it also had his hips rocking as he nudged my cock with his ass. “Do you need help, cowboy?”
Yep, still fun.
His whine made me chuckle, which seemed to turn him on even more, but his cock was going to need just a bit longer to recharge. “Yes, Master. I’m…I’m your good cowboy.”
I wasn’t sure what he was thinking since he could’ve been trying to look sweet for any number of reasons, but they were all things he actually wanted, so I didn’t let him play me. “I hope so. I can’t wait to see your little softie bounce for me.”
His squeak made me laugh and I gave his ass another pat. “Playtime.”
Weston groaned but pushed up on his knees so I could reach down between us. “Good boy, slut.”
That got more sound effects from him, but they turned sexy as he sank down just enough to push the head of my cock inside him. It was my turn to moan that time and as he clenched around me, I kissed his shoulder and along his neck. “My very good boy…my tight boy too.”
The almost lazy way he slowly fucked himself with my cock, gradually sinking lower, was different than his usual slightly frantic pace, but it was still just as hot since I didn’t have to worry about him being bored. I’d have definitely handled the scene differently with anyone else, but this was my Wessie.
And he liked being used and feeling embarrassed.
Being soft and having to ride me was probably fucking with his head better than just riding me would’ve.
“Master…you…” He lost track of what he was going to say as he sank lower, filling himself up even more. “I…”
