20. Will #2
“Does it make you want to rein me in?” he teases in a mischievous, borderline sultry tone before looking up at me with parted lips. I’m still sitting on the edge of the cushion next to him, and my heart rate is kicking up at his obvious flirting.
We’ve joked around with flirty undertones before, but now that I’m questioning my sexuality, I’m interpreting it in a whole new way. I don’t think I’ve ever had a man genuinely flirt with me before, but I think I like it. I especially like that it’s with him, and I don’t want to stop it.
“Is that what you need, P? Need me to put you in your place?” I lean in a little closer, hand now resting on his hip, thumb brushing over the ink I’m struggling to peel my eyes off.
“You can try.” He smirks, his bloodshot blue eyes twinkling with amusement.
My fingers dig into his hip a bit more, my thumb pressing into the ink. “I could think of a few ways I could quiet that mouth of yours.”
His eyes widen, and this time he sucks in a deep breath. “What’s happening right now?”
“I don’t know, we’re having fun, I guess,” I respond more quietly.
Porter starts chewing his bottom lip, and instinct takes over. My hand cups his jaw, thumb gently pulling his lip from his teeth. His saliva ends up on my thumb, and his lip bounces back up while my fingers linger on his chin.
The tension is thick, just like my dick is becoming, and I rake my gaze over his mouth. What would it be like to lean over and kiss him?
The doorbell cuts through the tension in the room and snaps me out of whatever the fuck that was.
Removing my hand from his skin feels like a loss though, and when I stand up, I realize just how tightly wound my body is.
Hopefully without drawing too much attention to myself, I adjust my dick before opening the door.
I grab the food that’s sitting on the doorstep, close the door behind me, and walk back over to where Porter is now sitting up on the couch, eyeing me curiously.
“Eat,” I instruct, a little firmer than I intended. “And drink your water.” I hold up the cup I’d gotten him earlier. Instead of taking it from my hand though, he leans forward and parts his lips like he wants me to pour the water into his mouth for him.
It’s absolutely insane, but as soon as his lips touch the glass, I tilt it back.
I hold my free hand under the rim just in case any drips from his mouth.
When he’s drunk more than half the cup, he wraps one of his hands around mine on the glass and guides me to tip it back further to finish it.
His throat bobs as he swallows, and my eyes are fixated on it.
Once the glass is empty, he leans back and smiles boldly at me.
A little bit of water runs down his chin, and without thinking, I use my thumb to wipe it off.
“There. All gone just like you wanted… Daddy.” He says it with an edge of attitude.
At first he smirks, but it quickly grows, and the smile that takes over his face is massive.
He brings his hands to his lips and starts laughing uncontrollably as if he can’t believe he just said that out loud. To me.
And neither can I.
I also can’t believe how strong of a physical reaction I have to the title. Like a shot of lust straight to my core that has my dick immediately twitching as it grows hard.
One of my hookups tried to call me that once, and I shut it down because with them it didn’t do anything for me, but the word coming out of his bratty mouth? It gives it a whole new meaning.
I think it’s safe to say that I’m definitely attracted to Porter.
My erection isn’t flagging at all, and I don’t want this moment to end.
I know I told myself I wouldn’t do anything to risk our friendship, but he’s been playing into this moment just as much as I have. Maybe I don’t need to overthink it.
“You want to be a good boy for me?” I hear the words slip out and in a lower tone than I normally use. I’ve never called anyone a good girl or boy before, but a bolt of adrenaline runs through me, making me realize just how much I liked calling him that.
Porter stops giggling instantly at my question and looks up at me. His pupils are blown wide as he responds, “I don’t know, Daddy. What are you going to do if I don’t behave?”
My heart is beating at an uncontrollable rate.
I’m shocked it hasn’t broken free from my ribs yet.
He’s smirking again, challenging me. I don’t know what the fuck is even happening right now between us, but I don’t want to shut it down.
My dick is rock-hard. It’s strange to be experiencing this much tension with him when this is all so new to me, but it doesn’t feel wrong at all.
Once again, my mind snags on how pretty he is.
Yup. I’m definitely attracted to him.
I have no idea how he wants me to respond, though, so I try to just go with it, to not think too hard when I lean in and whisper, “Bad boys get punished and good boys get rewarded. It’s up to you, Porter.
Are you going to let me take care of you?
Will you eat your food like I asked you to? Or do you need more convincing?”
Honestly, I’m not sure what I want his response to be.
Do I want something to happen between us?
I think I do, but he’s also drunk, so tonight is not the night.
I should focus on taking care of him, making sure he eats so he’ll feel better tomorrow.
I truly don’t know what I’ll do if he pushes back.
He blinks a few times before finally responding with a groan. “I’m too drunk to decide. Those both sound like excellent options.”
“Eat your damn food before it gets cold,” I order, laughing as I make the decision for both of us.
He sticks his bottom lip out in an attempt to pout, but the tension fades a bit as the amusement obviously shining in his eyes gives away how he’s really feeling.
After finishing a taco, he holds his empty cup up toward me, shaking it back and forth.
I laugh again and raise both of my brows. “Did you want more water?”
He bats his eyelashes and offers me a sweet smile. “I thought you wanted to take care of me?”
I snatch the glass out of his hand and mutter “brat” as I go to fill it back up from the fridge.
I set it on the coffee table in front of him when I return, hesitating.
He’s eating now, so I don’t really have anything else to ask of him, and I’m not sure if he’ll want me to stay after that whole flirty exchange.
Is it even fair of me to stay when I’ve realized I’m attracted to him and haven’t said anything?
Or does it only matter if I act on those feelings?
Obviously even if I stay, I won’t act on them tonight.
He’s drunk, and I care about him. This could never be one of my typical one-night-stand situations.
But I also don’t want to leave if he wants me to stay. I don’t want him to think he did anything wrong joking around like we have been.
I should tell him the truth, that I’m less straight than I’d assumed. But again, I don’t think now is the right time with how much he’s drunk. Fuck.
“Did you want me to stay tonight?” I finally ask, deciding to let him make the choice. “I have practice tomorrow morning, so I’ll have to leave pretty early if I do.”
“Yep.” After a few more bites, he stands. “I’m going to sleep. You comin’?”
Not exactly begging for my company like I’d secretly hoped, but I think he still wants me here, so I follow him to his bedroom.
He strips out of his clothes down to… briefs?
Holy shit, no, those are way too pretty to be briefs.
Oh fuck, lace is hugging his slender hips.
I have to bite back a groan. “Are you wearing panties?” I blurt, unable to stop myself.
He let it slip on his birthday that he was wearing them, but tonight, actually seeing the material on him is turning me on far more than even that threesome video did.