28. Naughty Boy
Chapter twenty-eight
Naughty Boy
Sawyer
While I circled Neil’s building looking for parking, Neil went to his apartment to confine his dog. Cat ownership was so much easier. Princess Fluffybutt mostly took care of herself, only demanding pets from me. But then my mind flashed to the litterbox I’d cleaned earlier and took it back; at least Princess Bubblegum pooped outside.
Neil answered his door at my knock. I did my best sexy slouch, and looked at Neil through my eyelashes.
“Hey sexy, come here often?” I drawled, giving him my best smile.
Neil scrunched up his face like he’d smelled something awful. “Does that actually work on people?”
“How could you doubt me?” I grabbed my heart like I was wounded and pretended to stagger back. Then I straightened and shot Neil a wink. “But honestly, no.”
Neil shook his head and stepped back, sweeping out his hand to invite me inside. “I guess now it’s worked once,” he said with a laugh.
“Far out.” I gave Neil a thumbs-up and sauntered inside. My head was on a swivel as I entered, curious about what his place would look like.
Sadly, he hadn’t really unpacked yet, so I didn’t get the full effect. A few boxes were lined up discreetly in the living room’s corner, hidden behind a pink dog bed. The walls were mostly empty of decorations. With its threadbare cushions and deep orange color, the couch looked like a thrift store special. The only other furniture in the room was a scratched wooden coffee table with an old laptop sitting in the center of it.
Neil scooted around me, a blush coloring his cheeks as he sat on the couch. “I know, it’s a little bare.”
“It’s cool.” I waved him away and flopped down next to him, wasting no time putting my arm around him. “Now, where were we?”
I expected Neil to dive right for me, but he scooted away from me, then hugged himself while chewing on his lip and looking at me from the corner of his eye. “Before it gets too hot and heavy, like Saturday, I thought maybe we could talk.”
“Like what we were doing for the last hour and a half?” I teased him, moving my arm to dangle off the back of the couch.
Neil’s blush deepened, and his voice came out as a whisper. “Of a more personal nature.”
“Gotchu.” I gave him a double finger-gun with a wink. “So I assume you’ve had top surgery.”
Neil gave a tight nod.
“Bottom surgery?”
This got a shake of no.
“I guess I should have asked this sooner.” Now, it was my turn to be nervous. My stomach wasn’t just full of butterflies, but an entire swarm of bees had joined them and I was so invested in the answer. “I’m a bottom if it wasn’t obvious. You’re so authoritative, and I guess I assumed you were a top?”
“Yes, I mean, mostly,” Neil stuttered. The tips of his ears blazed red, and I couldn’t see his face, the way he sat curled up like a shrimp with his hands clenched in his lap. “Never with any cis guys; they always expected me to bottom, but… with trans guys, I loved using a harness and topping.”
“I get to be your first! High five!” I held out my hand and then waited as Neil stared at me, his eyes round enough to show white all around. Finally, I lowered my hand but couldn’t stop grinning.
“So, kisses?” I raised an eyebrow and settled back into the corner of the couch.
Unfortunately, my sexy poise was ruined by a sharp, yapping bark. I yelped and scrambled up until I was half sitting on the back of the couch.
Feeling silly, I slid back down, although my heart rate was still ratcheted up. “Damn, I can’t believe it got me that bad.” I tried to laugh it off, even though I felt slightly betrayed. “I thought you said you got a muzzle for her.”
“She has to be supervised while wearing it, and it only keeps her from biting. It can’t stop her from barking as it isn’t safe for her. Besides, I thought you were getting used to the barking.” Neil bit his lip, glancing guiltily toward the single hallway leading off the living room.
“I am,” I hastened to assure him. “She just caught me by surprise.”
“Were the dogs on the beach barking that night?”
“Yeah,” I said, shuddering to think of it. Talking so much about it lately had brought all the feelings of that night to the surface again. Yet the feelings were not as strong or overwhelming as they had been at first.
“I know how to take your mind off things.” Neil gave me a wicked smile and slid off the couch to his knees. My cock instantly sprung to attention at the way he looked up at me.
I liked where this was going. Neil crawled between my legs and reached for my zipper. With one hand, he unbuttoned my pants while his other palmed my erection through the thin fabric of my khakis.
I groaned and threw my head back over the arm of the couch.
As soon as he unzipped my pants, my erection popped free. I sucked in a breath and tilted my head back down. I wanted to see Neil, not the paint on the ceiling.
“No underwear? Naughty boy,” Neil said, his breath ghosting over the head.
I winked at him. “Well, I had a hot date.”
He glanced up at me, dark blue eyes dancing, reminding me of the deep water ocean. His tongue darted out and lapped the tip. I couldn’t hold back a groan, and I was so close to coming that I was afraid I’d shoot all over his face.
“I’m not going to last long,” I warned him.
He didn’t respond but glanced up at me, one side of his mouth quirking up, so I knew he heard me. Neil grabbed me tight at the base, opened his mouth wide, and went down on me. His warm mouth engulfed me, and I would have come right then except for Neil’s tight grip. With his other hand, he reached through my open fly and fondled my balls. The sight of him there—dark hair gleaming in the light, his eyes crinkling as he looked up at me, knowing exactly how much he affected me—made me groan.
Bubblegum barked again, but the sound was distant compared to the pleasure of Neil’s ministrations.
His mouth bobbed up and down on me, his tongue swirling over the head every time he came up. Without conscious thought, I reached down and grabbed his short hair, urging him to go faster. Neil let go and swallowed me all the way down until his nose brushed my trimmed pubes.
“I’m coming,” I warned Neil to give him time to get off if he wanted. He stayed where he was, tongue curling up and down the underside. I came, hand tightening in his hair, and Neil swallowed it.
When he came off me, licking his lips, I ran my hand from his hair down his cheek and rested it there. “You didn’t have to swallow.” I made a face. “I never do. Hate the stuff.”
“I don’t mind,” Neil said, shrugging as he sat back, breaking the connection with my fingers. I already missed touching him.
“That’s a far cry from enjoying doing it,” I said, gesturing for him to come to me. Frustratingly, he ignored me and glanced at the living room entrance when Bubblegum barked again. I was so languid and relaxed from the orgasm that it barely bothered me.
Neil’s brows furrowed as he glanced at me, then down to my crotch, where my soft dick still hung from my pants. I tucked it back away and zipped up.
“Can I return the favor?” I asked. I’d been looking forward to Neil topping me, but I could wait.
Neil bit his lip. This time, it was Neil who jumped when Bubblegum barked.
“Do you like oral?” I asked.
“I don’t know. No guys ever…” he stammered and trailed off.
“Want to try?” I gave him my best seduction smile.
Neil’s mouth quirked up, and he gave me a shy side look. “I mean, yes. I really wanted to try out my strap-on, but I’m guessing you aren’t going to be up for round two tonight.”
“Probably not,” I admitted. “But you never know. Want to move to the bedroom?”
“Heck yeah,” Neil said with a giggle, standing up.
As he moved to crawl over me, I pulled him down to my chest and kissed him. I tasted the salt of my come and, under that, the sweet taste of him from before.
Despite having just come, with Neil’s body pressed up against mine, tasting him, smelling him, I was half hard again already. Maybe I would be up for round two after all.