Chapter 23 Evan #2
“I don’t think it is now, either. It’s his control mechanism. If he gets an assignment done, he feels like he’s making headway in something. It takes away that stressor, so he can focus on the game. Like a surrogate for all the things he can’t control.”
“Like me.”
We were in the room by then and Alan let go of my hand. “Neither of us want to control you, and you don’t need us to. Now go shower. Be quick but be thorough.”
I lifted both eyebrows at him.
“In the broad sense,” he said. “In this, do as I say.”
I couldn’t deny the part of me that wanted to be told what to do. It was easy to put that part forward and let the rest fade into the background where I didn’t have to worry about anything. I left him fiddling with lamps and hurried to the shower.
I didn’t waste a lot of time imagining what I could get up to with Alan alone in our room. I had the real thing right on the other side of the door waiting for me so I hurried. And if he talked Perry into joining us so we weren’t alone, that was okay too.
When I emerged, hair dripping and a towel around my waist, Alan was still by himself, propped against the headboard in nothing but his jeans. I started towards him but he held up a hand.
“Drop the towel.”
Off to a good start. I dropped it.
He waved to a vague area behind me. “See that blue circle on the rug behind you?”
“What about it?”
“Stand there.”
“Why?”
He smirked and it was a very dirty expression. “I have a good view of that area from here.”
“It’s far away from the bed.”
“You’re observant.”
“Why?”
“Do you have any patience?”
“Have you met me?” However, I had backed up until my feet were in the middle of the pale blue circle on the geometric-patterned rug.
He laughed. “Point.”
I stood in the spot he’d indicated. “Now what?”
“Now you get to watch me jack off.”
“I’m sorry, what?”
“You heard me.”
As I watched, he unbuckled his belt, opened the button, and unzipped his jeans. He really was wearing just the jeans, I noticed, as he fished out his semi-hard cock and stroked himself with lazy fingers.
He wasn’t specifically trying to be sexy, and my mouth was already watering, my cock already at half-mast just from him lying there taking his own pleasure and ignoring mine.
Fine. I had two hands. I could do this myself.
“No,” he barked as soon as I touched myself. “I said watch.”
“But—”
“Patience, precious.”
I both loved and hated that he called me that. I could never quite tell if he was being serious or if he was mocking me.
He hummed as he ran a thumb over the slit of his cock, and glanced to the bedside table beside him. I hadn’t noticed the items sitting there until he drew my attention to them. A cock ring, a butt plug, and a tube of lube.
“Fuck my life,” I muttered.
He chuckled again and gripped his shaft harder as my own cock filled, my imagination in full fast-forward mode, racing towards toy time. I didn’t realize I was even touching myself until he grunted at me.
“Put your hands behind your back, please, precious. You’re obstructing my view.”
“That’s mean.”
He smiled and ran a hand over his nipples, down his stomach, and lower until he could cup his own balls and play with them as he stroked himself.
I didn’t know how long it was going to take him to get off to me standing there, doing nothing but existing, but my own cock wasn’t super pleased with the denial. “I can suck you,” I offered. “It’ll be quicker.”
“I don’t need quick.”
“I do,” I whispered.
He grinned. “Oh, I know. Quick. Hard. Fast. Hurry. More.”
“Are we gonna be curling here, or fucking?”
“Keep it up and maybe neither.”
“Mean.”
His hand had picked up speed on his cock though, so I tilted my head to one side.
“If we’re not using any of my usual buzz words, what words are we using?”
“Slow,” he breathed, pulling his gaze up my body to meet my eyes. “Wait.”
I bit my lip.
“Tease.”
“You have no idea,” I promised.
He tightened his fingers around his balls and tugged them.
“What else?” I asked. “Soon? Breathe?” I licked my lips. “Hold on?”
A flush rose up his chest and his hand flew. “Silence,” he hissed.
I grinned as his body began to clench, first his legs, then his grip on his balls, and his breath caught.
“How about… now?”
He came with a guttural throat sound that made my cock twitch and my hole clench, because someday, I was going to hear that noise while he was behind me, buried to the hilt in my body, and it would be glorious.
Now, I watched the come spurt across his stomach and his eyes roll back and tried not to let my smugness show.
I probably failed because he didn’t lie back and revel in his release, but almost immediately rolled to his feet, did up his jeans, grabbed the cock ring, and stalked over to me, come still glistening in the hair on his abdomen.
“You’re a brat,” he told me, like I didn’t already know that. He held out his hand, the cock ring nestled in his palm. “You going to say no to this?”
“I’ve never seen one like that.” I poked at where it widened on one side.
“Do you trust me?”
“Of course.”
His hands on me were clinical as he put the ring around my dick, but I could feel the heat of his breath on my face, and the warmth of his nearness. Once it was in place, I rested my palm against his chest. “Now what?”
He breathed deep, covered the back of my hand, and leaned down to kiss me. Thoroughly. Which did no favours for the state of my erection.
“Now, precious—” He tipped my chin up to look into my eyes. “—step two. You ready for that?”
I glanced towards the plug on the bedside table and swallowed. “Wouldn’t there be fewer steps if you just use your cock?”
His smile, along with the dimples and the sparkling eyes, took my breath away. “I appreciate that you think I have that kind of recovery time. Honestly. But no. We take all the steps. We have time, so come lie down.”
And time he took, with his hands all over my body, every inch of me caressed and stroked, except, of course, my cock. The prep he did for just a butt plug made me think he was doing it as much for himself as for me.
“You enjoying this?” I asked when he was fingers deep in my ass.
“So much.” He crooked his fingers, pegging my gland, and I couldn’t have stopped the shout if I’d wanted to. Which I didn’t. When he did it again, I whimpered. “I wanna come.”
“I bet you do.” Easing his fingers out, he took the time to wipe them down before lubing up the plug and pressing the tip against my hole.
“Why?” I asked.
“Because you need something to take your mind off being jittery. It feeds on itself.”
“This should do the trick. Ohmygod.” He shoved the plug into my body and the stretch and burn was amazing torture followed by the sensation of being full and, yes, damn him, distracted.
“What are you doing down there?” I asked when he continued to fiddle with the plug and the cock ring.
“You’ll see.”
“Not unless I get a hell of a lot more flexible. Explain.”
“They connect to each other.” He stood back, his hands in his pockets, looking smug.
“Why? I feel like I don’t have the full story.”
That’s when he pulled a small rectangular object out of his pocket and held it up so I could see the buttons.
“Oh.” I blinked at him. “Why?” I asked again.
“Move over and give me room,” he said, instead of answering me.
I did, sighing as he settled on the bed next to me, so we were facing each other. I flattened my palm against his chest because feeling his muscles and the fuzzy covering of dark hair against my skin was a little bit of heaven. I would never not take the chance to do it.
He placed the remote on the mattress between us. “We’re going to just hang out here until Perry’s done work.”
“Maybe you should just go tell him to hurry his ass up.”
“We have to give him the time to get here on his own. You have to learn patience.”
“Use the buttons,” I demanded.
He caressed my cheek and smiled. “Patience.”
“Buttons.”
“Baby, take a breath.”
He never called me baby and I gaped at him but he kept talking, because of course he did.
“Just feel your body and stop living in your head.”
“The jitters are in my body.” If only he could understand that my stupid, restless body was the entire problem.
“They’re in here,” he said gently, tapping my temple.
I yanked my own hand back and thumped my fist against my stomach. “Then why do I feel them in here?”
Instead of answering me, he cupped my face, his favourite thing to do, I think, and leaned in for a soft kiss. I was hardly going to complain about that. Or the quiet hum and rumble of the cock ring around my dick.
I squirmed, trying to get closer to him.
“Shh.” He licked my lips, pushed a different button to activate the butt plug’s vibration, and I moaned into his mouth.
“Al—uungh.”
His hands skimmed over my skin, everywhere at once, too light and fast to track. Just when I thought I detected a pattern, he changed it up or pushed a button, making me writhe until I couldn’t remember I’d ever asked him a question. Or my name, or, for that matter, his.
I barely registered the door opening, so when the bed dipped behind me, I gasped.
“I got you,” a familiar voice whispered in my ear.
“Pere—”
“Yeah, babe.” He ran a hand along my thigh. “Relax already.”
I may have sworn at him, because he snorted out a chuckle. “Relax,” he said again.