Total pages in book: 79
Estimated words: 77249 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 386(@200wpm)___ 309(@250wpm)___ 257(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 77249 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 386(@200wpm)___ 309(@250wpm)___ 257(@300wpm)
I knew it wouldn’t last but I was going to enjoy it as long as I could, so I stroked his head and leaned back against his headboard while he made happy little sounds.
Fucking amazing.
So it was even more confusing that he hadn’t been able to find anyone to do this with him, but the only things I could come up with were trust issues and poor communication.
Hmm…no idea why that might’ve been a problem.
But it seemed like we would do fine as long as I kept his brain turned off. The only issue with that was eventually he was going to think and I wasn’t sure what would happen then.
Like when he finally came back down to Earth and his wonderfully nuzzly subspace faded.
Anger?
Possibly.
Guilt?
Definitely.
Being weird was just the base level, so I expected that right off the bat. It was the rest of it I wasn’t so sure about.
Honesty was always a good plan and generally couldn’t get me in much trouble because I had one of those faces where people hated to get mad at me. But what kind of honest? The sincere dating kind? The helpful friend? The Dom who wanted to make him happy and horny again?
WWCD?
I’d heard people joking around the club with a What Would Conner Do ridiculousness, but in my curious situation, I was starting to understand how people got to that point.
He’d be pissed at us, though, so I wasn’t going to take his advice to heart too much, but it’d give me a starting point.
Okay.
Confidence was going to be important.
Weston would be like the insane monsters my mother called her puppies and be able to smell any kind of fear.
No hesitation.
He’d see that as fear too.
Teasing would be good or at the very least a distraction to make him squirm because floaty Wessie was already hard again based on the way his hips were squirming.
Yes.
That would work.
But for the time being, my plan was on hold while I waited to see how long he was going to fly for me.
Longer than I expected was the answer…and long enough that my dick made a valiant effort to get hard again. It was still a bit overly optimistic, though, so it was only halfway there as Weston shifted and rubbed his face against my thigh.
I kept up the soft stroking over his head and did my best to stay completely relaxed as he started making quiet thinking noises. It took a few more minutes before he went still, but he’d lasted a lot longer than I’d expected.
So…
“Oh God.”
Not good.
“How am I already hard again?”
That was good…and something I could work with.
“Because you’re my slut.” My slightly asshole comment had him groaning again, but I kept running my fingers through his hair and did my best to sound like I didn’t have a worry in the world. “And if you’re a very good boy, I’ll let you hump the bed because you were such a good cocksucker.”
Yep, the fate of the world wasn’t riding on my ability to keep him from freaking out.
It was just an everyday conversation.
Nothing stressful at all.
“I…” Weston seemed either confused or dumbfounded for a few seconds, but I did my best to keep up the relaxed front. “I did a good job?”
He was insane.
But he was my insane slut based on our conversation earlier.
“Yes, you were a very good cocksucker.” Taking a chance, I lifted his head and let him pretend to keep his eyes closed even though I knew he was peeking out at me. “You were also very cute when you got your reward and I loved all your happy sounds.”
That had him going very still, and I did my best not to show how nervous I was as I waited for him to function again.
Thirty seconds.
Not his record for being ridiculous by a long stretch, so I counted that as a win as he opened his eyes fully.
“I…I did a good job?” That seemed like a positive direction for the conversation and one I could easily agree with.
“You did.” Now how to respond? “That was an amazing orgasm and I loved seeing how deep you went in the scene.”
It showed he trusted me even though he might’ve forgotten that when his head started to clear.
“It’s been a long time since I felt that free…that good.” Swallowing, he let out a slightly nervous breath but seemed to be doing his best not to panic. “You…you make it easy to relax.”
I wasn’t sure that was the word I’d have used but it wasn’t a bad one.
“I’m glad.” Going back to stroking his head with my free hand, I kept him looking at me just in case. “I think that’s because we know each other so well and you could sense how much I liked our scene.”
That got me another rough swallow but he didn’t panic or go silent for long. “Are you mad at me that I didn’t tell you about it before?”