Nate comes in in just a towel, exactly how I need him, and eyes the moved chair and my half-closed bag.
“Uh, what is this, Landon?” he asks, his tone stern as he eyes me cautiously.
“Nate,” I breathe out, suddenly incredibly anxious. “I will not use coercion on you; that’s a promise.”
His eyes widen, his hands twitching where he’s holding the towel around his waist. “Uh, okay?”
“Butyou have to promise to listen to me,” I add, and before he can speak, I continue. “If it becomes too much, slap me twice.”
An evil little grin takes over my features as I use the same tactic that he used on me so long ago. Neither of us is willing to outwardly say we’re weaker than the other; we’re both too prideful, too egotistical to admit defeat where it’s due.
“Ifwhatbecomes too much?” he questions, and his voice is coating itself slowly in something angry and so sexy.
“Sit,” I tell him, gesturing to the chair. “Without the towel.”
Slowly, and if only so that he’s not perceived as intimidated or scared, Nate listens. He sits tentatively, almost as if he expects the chair to bite him.
“Now what?”
“Now,” I start, reaching into my bag and pulling out the now quarter-empty lube. “I’m going to touch you.”
Falling to my knees in front of him, I pour some of the lube on my palm and begin to massage his soft cock with it.
“S-shit,” he hisses, gripping the arms of the chair as his hips stutter and his shaft begins to harden.
“Perfect,” I murmur, unable to take my eyes from where my hand is rubbing. “I can’t believe you’ve shoved this in me.”
“And made you cry,” Nate adds, his voice strained.
I smirk, rubbing my thumb over his slit as I nod. “Mhm. You did.”
As I finally look up and into his eyes, Nate looks startled. His brows are pinched, a hard frown tugging at his lips.
“You’re being far too agreeable,” he comments cautiously. “What are you scheming, little brat?”
I can’t help but shiver at his words, standing to turn back to my bag. I pull out the vibrating cock sleeve I have already lubed and face him once more.
“It’s not a cage, I promise.”
My words bring him no comfort as he stares at my hands, panting slightly. Nate is glaring, and as he shifts nervously, I feel so triumphant that I could cry.
“Then whatisthat?” he demands. “A cock sleeve? You want me to fuck myself while you watch or something?”
By the sound of his voice alone, that isn’t something he’s incredibly interested in. But he’s not afraid. Not yet.
“No, no,” I coo, resuming my place between his legs as I force the sleeve over his hard length. It takes some work, due to hissize, and by the time I’m done, his head is pulsing and darkened with the rush of blood from the pressure.
“Landon, I swear to god. Tell me exactly—oh fuck!”
The small remote I had shoved into my pocket is now in my hand, and as I turn the vibration up to the medium setting, my mouth waters. His thighs are already starting to shake, his knuckles going white from where he’s gripping the chair.
“Never seen a vibrating cock sleeve before, Nate?” I ask him, my tone sickly sweet. “Must be an old age thing.”
His glare snaps up to meet mine, damn near bearing his teeth at me. “This isnothappening.”
“If you can’t handle it, slap the chair twice. Fuck, rip the sleeve off if you must. Just know it says something if you do.” I sound smug, pleased with myself.
And I am. I amsopleased, especially as a clear drizzle of his precome drips down onto his carpet.
