He took in a deep breath and I knew more whining would quickly follow, so I cut him off first. “How about I make you dessert and then we’ll work on figuring out what your characters wanted to do? If you’re polite, I’ll let you give me a blow job and then you can decide if you want something kinky or to be fucked until you can’t see straight.”
It was the funniest conversation I’d ever had with someone I didn’t even seem to be dating, but Knox was special, so nothing should’ve surprised me.
“You’re very sweet and you take such good care of me.” He sighed, rubbing his cheek against my shoulder. “Yes, please. That sounds like a very good plan.”
Adorably insane...that was the only way to describe him.
Letting my voice go deeper, I shifted my hold so I could stroke his back. “Such a good boy.”
His low, needy moan was almost as sexy as the way he clenched his legs together and shivered. “You make me so hard.”
I wasn’t sure how to respond to that...a thank you seemed ridiculous, so I decided to take a more hands-on approach.
Running one hand up his thigh, I gave it a faint squeeze. “Show me. Let me see how much you want my cock.”
That got another shiver out of my naughty boy and he hid his face against my neck. “I shouldn’t.”
Oh, was that the game we were going to play?
He sounded shy and reserved but he slowly relaxed his legs, letting them slide down the couch so he was gradually open to me. “I don’t want you to think...I shouldn’t...”
Doing my best not to smile, I kept the deeper tone as I inched my hand higher. “You should. It might be your first time but we both know how much you want it.”
An excited jolt fired through him and he sucked in a breath before sighing. “I don’t know what to do. It’s all so new.”
He was such a cute little slut.
“Don’t worry, baby. I’ll help you.” The promise got a soft whimper from the naughty boy, and I could feel him sinking deeper into the fantasy as my hand slipped high enough to caress over the head of his erection. “I’ll take good care of you.”
He sucked in another breath and shivered, pressing his face tight against my neck. “I should be good and push you away but you saved me.”
With his gremlin situation—that was true enough to make me want to nod and agree with him, but I knew that wasn’t what was behind his words now. If I had to guess, I’d say that we were living out a scene from either his current book or one he’d been thinking about writing.
Under other circumstances I might’ve worried about taking advantage of him, but he’d been climbing all over me long before I’d dragged him to my house.
No, if he was grateful enough about anything I’d done to push it into sexy gratitude territory, it’d have been finding the bottom of his kitchen...or possibly doing the laundry. He’d lit up seeing all those clean clothes...well, he’d gotten excited until he realized we needed to fold them and put them away.
“I could’ve left you but I didn’t.” I wasn’t sure what the scene should look like, so I was glad when he nodded and made it clear I’d guessed right.
“You...you rescued me and I knew...I knew what you wanted.” His slightly shaky voice was perfect for the scene, but it was his obvious erection that made it clear he was still very excited to continue the game.
“Let me hear you say it.” Rubbing my thumb along his erection, I made a hum of encouragement that sounded like we could’ve been talking about anything from the weather to dessert. “I know you’re innocent but you know what I want.”
He tried to sound embarrassed as he squirmed, but I could feel the desire building in him as he whined. “You were...you made it clear what I had to do.”
Dragging out his answer, he nuzzled against my neck and made another low, needy sound as I focused on teasing the head of his cock. “You...you wanted me. I promised to be yours. You...you said you were going to start with my mouth.”
Having a jumping-off point and a general sense of similar scenes he’d written gave me an idea of where to take things. But I referred back to his original list of complaints to make sure I hit the highlights. Dessert. BJ. Orgasm. And helping with the scene and a bit of attention thrown in for good measure.
“Good boy.” Giving his cock a squeeze, I smiled when his hips thrust up and he whined. “You’re going to keep being a good boy for me, though, aren’t you? Sweet and submissive?”
His whimper could’ve been nerves but I knew it was pure need. “Yes, Sir...I know...I just want to thank you.”
I was going to save the day a lot more if this was what it got me.
“Just remember that.” I gave him one last squeeze before easing my hand lower on his thigh. “Stand up.”
The order was firmly delivered without being too rough, but it still got a shiver from him and he rocked his hips, silently begging for more. “Yes...Yes, Sir.”
