Chapter 7
My secret weapon,” Hydris whispered and looked at his hands like he’d never seen them before.
I was able to lower my arms back down and chuckled at him. He knew how to use this power of his, but could he use it? I already knew his confidence was low, so maybe it would be a good idea to let him run with this new-found ability.
Considering Hydris was still naked and obviously interested, it was possible a game of “make me” might be fun for both of us. I was never opposed to receiving orders, and he needed to learn to give them.
I hauled my shirt over my head, and Hydris’s attention was immediately back on me.
“Bridge?” he asked with those big eyes wide open and watching.
Laying my shirt on the dresser, I couldn’t help grinning. “Yeah?”
“Did you, um, change your mind?”
“Nope. Same rules apply.”
I started to unbutton my trousers only to realize he was staring and maybe not listening so well.
“Hydris? Do you remember the rules?”
He nodded absently. “I have to, um… Have to…”
I put my hands on my hips and waited until his gaze met mine. “Ask for what you want, or—and this is the new and extra fun part—you can make me do things.”
His eyes went even wider and he put a hand over his heart as he made a little wheezing noise. His cock never wavered, though.
I dropped my trousers, picked them up to place them on my shirt, and turned around to bend over and take off my shoes and stockings. Giving him a good view of his options and all that. A tiny whimper floated through the air.
When I stood up straight again and turned around, Hydris had a line of precum dripping from the tip of his cock to the floor. That and the way he seemed frozen in place was a real nice compliment. Committed to my cause, I gave myself a firm stroke, and then let my hands fall to my sides.
I waited.
Hydris couldn’t hide a single thing from his face as he hemmed and hawed, hyped himself up, and went back to dithering. It was like watching a very emotional and silent one-man play.
I looked at a watch I wasn’t wearing and gave a great big sigh.
Finally, he tipped his head back to do that thing where he looked down his nose at me despite being a foot shorter. “C-come here. Please.”
I smiled and walked over to him until I was an arm’s length away.
He gulped. “Kiss me.”
Leaning down, I didn’t touch any part of him except his lips.
He grabbed my face and angled my head, diving in like a starving man.
Despite not touching the rest of him, I kissed him back with all the passion inside me.
I’d wanted to kiss him for a while now, but though it was a freeing moment, I didn’t want to ruin the game.
So when he tried to wrap his arms around me, I lifted away.
“Wait. No,” he said before he honestly made the cutest growling noise. “Bridge,” he barked and stamped his foot.
“Something you want?” I asked sweetly.
Well, would you look at that. My little dewdrop of a prince flushed red and glared like he was ready for a fight. I waggled my eyebrows at him. He gasped in clear outrage.
“You need— I want— Pick me up and kiss me, dammit!”
Immediately, I snatched him up under his arms, caught his mouth with mine, and then got my arms around him.
With one fat asscheek in my hand, I held the back of his neck and kept him pinned to my chest as I devoured his lips.
He clung to me with arms and legs—one hand in my hair, one scratching at my back, and both legs squeezing my waist. A desperately needy sound left him before he started grinding his cock against mine and the both of us moaned.
“Please, Bridge, please,” he said when we broke for air.
“Tell me what’s next,” I said breathlessly. “Come on.”
“G-get on the bed.”
With him clinging to me, I got on the bed on hands and knees. And waited.
He tried to hold on but plopped onto the bedspread quickly. “Oh, for fuck’s sake!”
I laughed in the face of his frustration. “You just have to—”
“Roll over.”
I rolled, er, flipped over since the bed wasn’t very big. When I was on my back, hands at my sides, Hydris sat directly over my balls and squinted his eyes down at me. Not wanting to push him too far, I set my hands on his thighs and gently petted his skin.
With a wave of his fingers, my hands shot over my head. Grinning at his gumption, I grasped two bars in the vine-like metal headboard.
“Stay,” he ordered. Like, really, that was an order.
Pride surged inside me at his tone as he climbed down off of me and went to fish around in his clothes. He pulled out a pouch and opened it to retrieve a little purple glass jar. He really had come prepared to seduce me because that was lube.
Lust replaced my pride when he put a foot on the bed and reached around to finger his ass. Pure greedy lust. The look in his eyes dared me to… Stop him? Never! Take over? Tempting. But I wanted to see what he would do next more.
And next was him gripping my dick in his slick hand and gliding it over me until I shined. Even as I moaned to have him touching me, I tried not to thrust my hips or haul him onto me.
He’s in charge. He’s in charge.
Hydris climbed back onto the bed and positioned himself over me. He had his hand on my cock and aimed at his hole when he stopped, and I could see his determination abandon him. For a hot second, I feared that he was losing his self-assertiveness.
“This is okay, right?” he quietly asked.
Bless his precious heart.
“It’s taking all my willpower to keep me from being inside you already.”
He bit his bottom lip and grinned, face flushing such a pretty pink.
And then he was easing himself down onto my cock, his head tilted back as he moaned at the ceiling.
I joined him with a moan of my own because he was hot and tight and, dear god, my lovely little prince knew exactly what he was doing.
Hydris bobbed on me over and over again, taking me deeper with every drop. His hands curled like claws on my abs, biting in, while he voiced his pleasure. He had his eyes closed, totally focused on himself, and I was caught by the sight of him.
I’d thought for sure he’d be a virgin. No one as sweet as him could be anything else.
But he was no innocent. Shy and adorable, yes, but when he started riding my cock and stroking his, I learned that this was where Hydris was self-confident.
He might hesitate to ask for it, but he knew what he needed and how to take it.
I was panting as I watched him, felt him, and tried so hard to keep my hands where he’d wanted them. Good thing the headboard was metal or I might’ve snapped it in half. And when he opened his eyes, so blue and bright, and looked down at me, my heart nearly stopped at the perfection of him.
“Bridge, please,” he said between panted breaths.
I nodded. “Tell me,” I practically grunted.
He was getting tired from all that riding but he wasn’t close enough to come yet. He stopped touching himself and hung there for a moment, catching his breath. But then he looked at me with begging in his pretty eyes.
I sat up and flipped us over, hiking his knees back and opening him up for my return. He’d learned his lesson. Yeah, I was sure of that. I sank back into his tight heat and moaned from my soul before thrusting into him and watching him fall apart.
Feeling like a god because he was wailing, telling me with every thrust that my aim was so right, I stared at him and his flowers, his dewy skin, and rocked his sweet little world as best as I knew how.
He came with a yell, shooting all over himself, and gripping me so tightly.
I couldn’t resist any longer and shoved in deep before filling him up.
The bellow out of me was obscene to my own ears and might’ve been the reason he huffed a laugh.
Then we were panting at each other, grins on our faces, and my god, he was beautiful.
Hoping he wouldn’t mind, guessing he wouldn’t, I pulled free of his still-grasping body, set his legs down, and lay on my side next to him. I quickly rearranged him so he was tucked close, his head under my chin, and the rest of him wrapped in my arms. When he sighed, I knew I’d been right.
Whatever came of this change in our relationship, I believed now that it would be worth it.
We worked. Really, really worked. I’d never been so enraptured by another person as I was with Hydris.
I wanted to cuddle him for rest of the evening.
I wanted to start again. I wanted to see how else he could take command.
“I’m proud of you,” I whispered.
He wiggled a little closer. “I’m proud of me, too.”