Chapter 39
Arnie
Who knew silence could be so fucking hot?
Jamie was remarkable, my little praise slut. His neediness almost tipped me over the edge several times during the scene. I almost broke about a dozen times.
It was tension heavy, and I had no idea what he was going to do. We lay naked, tangled in sex-scented sheets, the moon making its presence known through the mesh white curtains in the room.
He was perfect. I felt elated that he enjoyed it and could cross it off along with the other recent kinks we’ve explored. This one we had to do again.
I fall asleep with his hot skin against mine. Tangled like a sweet mess together in our home. In the morning, we went about our weekend routine. Jamie blaring terrible cheesy tunes before bringing me coffee in bed. He has dance practice today.
My sexy lover is thriving at the club. He has become so close to his companions there, and I’ve urged him to invite them over for brunch, but his answer has repeatedly been that our home is a sanctuary, and those dirty boys are not allowed to disrupt it.
I reply to Simmons about tonight, a reminder that I still need to tell Jamie. We didn’t get much talking done once we reached the bedroom last night.
He appears just as I’m threading my boxers up my thighs. He pouts a little at the lack of nakedness in the bedroom once he comes back to bed.
“So, pretty boy. Want revenge on your brat?” I ask him.
“He’s not my brat, Arnie. However, yes. He is a demon!” He whines the last part as he munches on toast with marmalade. Messy curls poking everywhere, he lounges adorably in just a black jockstrap, getting crumbs all over the comforter.
He sits back on his haunches; coffee mug clutched in both hands.
“Are we seeing him and Simmons tonight? I overheard last night…. well, not sure what, but I heard something,” he laughs.
I tug, then tuck a coiled blonde curl behind his ear.
"Yes, Simmons invited us over to play if you would like. I know you have your crush, which is cute as hell. Think you’d like that, blondie?"
He blushes a little as he looks away in embarrassment at my bluntness about his crush. But my boy has been getting bolder when it comes to telling me what he wants, so I wait to see what his response will be.
“Yes. I think I want that. There’s just something about him, A.”
“Oh, I know. Ever since Nyctra, I’ve wondered what you two playing together would be like,” I pump my eyebrows. He shoves me playfully.
“You perv.”
“Your perv, darling.”
“Yes, well, what kind of revenge did you have in mind? I’m not a sadist like you are; I need tips.”
“Well, my little apprentice. Let’s edge him. More than that, I think you should edge him. In front of his Dom and me.”
“That…yes. Okay, that. I want him to beg.”
“Oh! There are some sadistic tendencies in those bones!” I tease as I poke his ribs closest to me.
“Well, you’ve obviously rubbed off on me. Mr. I-love-pain.”
“Hmm. It’s been a while, hasn’t it?” I wink at him, thinking back to the last time I had Jamie hurt me so sweetly. It wasn’t often, but it was all I ever needed. He was absolutely into it as much as I was; we both got off when I cried in pain.
“We are expected at 7pm, that gives us plenty of time to plan your revenge. But remember, Jamie, you control the situation, okay? I don’t want you feeling uncomfortable, or if I am going to change my mind about you playing with others.”
He seems to let go of a long breath he had been holding in, nodding at the same time.
“Is it wrong of me to want this A? I know we spoke before, but I can’t help but think you see me as so selfish. How can I want to touch others but not allow you the same thing?”
“Hey, look at me. This isn’t a unique situation.
There are plenty of couples that enjoy this, with only one partner doing the touching.
I personally don’t want to fuck anyone else but you, blondie.
At some point, I would love to see you fuck that little demon into submission.
I think Simmons is on board to watch that too. ”
My breathing is ragged now; the thought of Jamie being the top Freddie needs making me hard. Their naked, slim bodies touching, Jamie’s cock disappearing into Freddie’s pink hole.
Yes, this was something I was completely okay with. I had no intention of touching or fucking Freddie. Any punishments I had ever doled out had ended with Simmons saying so and me leaving them alone afterwards.
“Okay. I’m sorry for mentioning it again.”
“Never be sorry. Communication, remember.”
He smiles shyly, crawling into my lap now that his mug is empty.
I nip at his lips, making him moan softly into mine. Our tongues dance as we get lost in the moment. Contentment fills my chest as I deepen the kiss.
“How about we let off some steam before we see your professor and his slutty brat later?” I ask between kisses.
With no confirmation needed, we rut against each other over our boxers.
Kissing as I sprinkle praise and filth into Jamie’s ear.
We fall asleep again, still sticky, a mess of sheets, love, and the purring of Johnny who appears at the window before we drift off as one.