The backs of his knees hit the bed and he collapsed backward.
I wasn’t sure if it was because he wanted to or not, but I followed him down anyway as if he’d planned it all.
He growled when I crawled on top of him, his hands coming to my hips as he latched onto my flesh and dug his fingers in.
“I just…” I inhaled deeply. “If we do this… you have to promise. You have to promise to keep going. No matter what I say.”
He pulled back slightly, his eyes losing some of their heat.
“What do you mean?” he asked, his tone full of worry.
I opened my eyes and stared at him.
“Pew, pew, pew.” I swallowed. “Ignore that.”
He pressed a kiss to my nose.
“What do you mean?” he reiterated.
His repeated question, and not his anger at my random ass verbal spewage, made me calm a bit.
“If I scream.” I paused. “If I say something gross and disgusting. If I…” I closed my eyes. “Do you happen to have a gag or something?”
His eyes went thoughtful.
“Not on me. Why?”
“Because when I get nervous…” I pointed at my mouth. “Things are said and done that I have no control over.”
Understanding dawned.
“You know this because you’ve done this before?” he asked carefully.
I nodded miserably. “The one and only time that I tried, the guy stopped before he could even get it inside of me because I screamed in his face.” I paused. “And told him that his dick was small, and that he needed to man up before he showed it to me again.”
I was expecting him to laugh, but he didn’t.
He stared. “Do you want me to gag you?”
I thought about that.
“No? Maybe? I don’t know,” I admitted. “I want to be able to tell you that it feels good. That I’m enjoying it. But on the other hand, I’d like to be able to do this, to enjoy it, without having to worry about you stopping because of whatever is coming out of my mouth. But I also know that things are going to be said, and I’m not going to want to stop, and you’re going to wonder if you should.”
He studied me for a long second.
Then he grinned. “I don’t have a gag. I do have a tie, though.”
Something that felt a lot like anticipation slithered through me.
“Where is the tie?” I asked curiously.
His eyes shone.
“In my truck,” he answered. “Want me to go get it?”
The words must’ve shown in my eyes because he was gone seconds later, only to return with a tie in his hands and heat in his eyes.
“Melts in your mouth, not in your hands.” I sighed. “Can you hear me now? Good.”
I opened my eyes and stared at the man that was standing in front of me, looking at me like I was adorable instead of psychotic.
“Bet you can’t eat just one,” he countered.
I felt a small smile bloom on my face. “They’re nearly impossible to eat just one. They were one hundred percent right on that.”
His grin was contagious, and soon my small smile was a full-blown megawatt one.
“I say weird shit,” I admitted.
“I think weird shit,” he countered. “Like before I came over, I had this awesome idea to come in and tell you that I couldn’t find my phone, even though it’s at home in my jeans pocket just so I could see you again. I didn’t really think that I’d take it to this point, though.”
“You mean you didn’t think you were going to come over here and have sex with me?” I asked teasingly.
He shook his head. “No. I think that definitely exceeds my expectations.”
I studied him. “I hope that you don’t think you have to do…”
“Trust me when I say this,” he murmured as he watched me sit on the bed. “I’ve been thinking about nothing else but you for two days. And it’s not the fever talking.”
I licked my lips that were suddenly very, very dry.
“Are you…”
He cupped his hard cock through his clothes.
“This will always tell the truth,” he told me bluntly.
She looked down at my erection and bit her lip.
“Will it?” she asked so quietly that I almost didn’t hear her.
His hand trailed over my breast through my shirt, and I tried. I really, really did. But the words came out despite my not wanting them to.
“L’eggo my Eggo!” I cried.
I slammed my face down into the pillows and groaned.
Something soft slithered over my back where my shirt had ridden up to expose skin.
It was then I realized that it was the tie that he’d taken off that he planned to gag me with.
“I have a condom in the back pocket of my joggers,” he growled. “The moment my cock comes out of my underwear, I’m gonna need to put it on. You have me thinking really bad thoughts.”