“Here?”
He just stared at me, and I swallowed, trying to wet my suddenly dry mouth. My fingers fumbled with the buttons of my shirt, and it took me far too long to get it undone. Rather than a sexy strip tease, I was sure I looked like an idiot.
“Take it off, Julian. I want to see your body.” He drew my name out in that sexy way that made me crazy.
I did what he wanted, managing to remove my shirt without getting stuck in it, which for me was about as good as it got. Lance didn’t seem to mind my awkwardness.
My hands dropped to my pants, but Lance took a step toward me. “Wait. We’re going slow, remember?”
“I… um… That was already pretty slow.”
He smiled. “Play with your nipples. I want to watch.”
Embarrassment almost overcame me, but I reminded myself that this was Lance. This whole situation might as well be a dream. I could do whatever I wanted here with him, and there were no consequences like in the real world.
I brushed my thumbs over my nipples, flicking the buds until they hardened. Then I held Lance’s gaze as I pinched them, biting my lip to hold in a moan.
“Fuck, you’re so damn hot.”
For the first time ever, I felt like I was.
29
Lancelot
“Julian, take your pants off now.”
His hands shook as he fought with the fastenings of his pants. He nearly fell over as he tried to get them down his legs, but he righted himself, kicked them out of the way, and rose. He didn’t look at me, but he stood still for my thorough perusal.
He was so fucking beautiful. I wanted to lick every inch of him, but I also wanted to see how far I could push him. How much control would he give me? He’d obviously loved all the things I’d told him I wanted on the ride here. He’d liked them so much he hadn’t been able to keep still, and he hadn’t balked at any of the things I’d demanded from him before. But tonight would be different. Tonight he would lose even more of his sense of control. I was enough of a monster that his nervousness turned me on. I wanted him apprehensive, afraid even, but I also wanted him to enjoy every second of the night.
“Watch me, but don’t touch yourself.” I stripped slowly, loving that his eyes widened as he stared at my body. Once I was completely naked, I took hold of my cock and stroked myself. He balled his hands into fists and pressed them against his thighs as he watched me.
“You like watching?”
He licked his lips. “Yes, sir.”
If I told you to kneel and watch as I brought myself off and came all over you, you’d do that for me, wouldn’t you?
He nodded. “I… um… Yes.”
I grinned. “I’ll keep that in mind, but tonight, I have other plans for you.”
“Like what you said… in the car.”
I smiled at him instead of answering. “Turn around and bend over.”
“I… um…”
“Do what I said, Julian.”
He turned his back to me and slowly bent until he was grasping the back of the couch.
I took several moments to admire him like that, the long line of his flat back, his ass tight and flexed. “All the way down. Hands on the floor.”
He started to protest, but I interrupted him. “I’ve seen how flexible you are. I know you can do it.”
One at a time, he brought his hands to the floor.
“Jesus, you look so good like that. Totally open to me.” I wanted to fuck him just like that. One day I would, but now, I would tease him, toy with him, see how obedient he could be, make him focus on keeping his balance rather than tensing up on me.
I took the necessary few steps to stand right behind him. He shivered when I ran my hands over his buttocks, squeezing and digging my fingers into his soft flesh.
“Lance?”
“This ass is mine. I’ll do what I want to it.”
“Oh my God.”
“You’re going to be good for me, aren’t you?”
“I…”
I slapped his ass, and he gasped. I had to grip his hip to steady him as I reached between his legs, caressing his balls, then gripping his hard length. He might not want to like what I was doing, but his body definitely did. I sucked the fingers of my other hand as I worked him, getting them ready to press inside him.
“I’m going to fall over if you keep that up.”
“No, you’re not.” I took hold of his hip again. “I’ve got you. I’ll always be here to catch you.”
“Lance, don’t.”
“Don’t hold you? Don’t tease your poor, desperate cock?” I gave him a long, slow stroke. “Don’t tease your tight little hole?” I slid a finger along his ass crack.