Noah joined me again, and unable to keep my hands off him for even ten minutes, I flung an arm back around his shoulders.
“Found anything, Pretty Kitty?” His arm slid around my waist, and I leaned down to steal a little kiss.
Noah using his little nickname for me triggered muscle memory, and my cock hardened so rapidly I was scared it would poke a hole in my jeans.
“Yeah, I actually did.” I cleared my throat. “What do you think about this?” I held up the tiniest black crop top. It had ‘WHO’S A GOOD BOY’ written across it in pink capital letters.
“Jesus, fuck!” He snorted and lightly pinched my butt. “I swear to you, Lew, if you wear this around me, I can’t guarantee good behaviour,” he added in a low voice.
“I’ll get it then.”
“Yeah, you will get it.” Laughter bubbled out of Noah’s mouth. It was my favourite sound. “Jack, the owner, was kind enough to offer both of us a free T-shirt. Is that your pick?”
“Yes, Puppy. This is my pick.”
He found the shirt he wanted to get only a couple of minutes later. It was a bright pink cropped T-shirt with a glittery ‘CUMSLUT’ written across the chest.
“Mmm, Puppy. That’s a good choice.” I bent down to speak in his ear. “You want me to call you that?”
“Maybe not here.” Noah huffed. “But, yeah. Dominate me and call me your cumslut,” he murmured.
“Fucking hell, Puppy!” I groaned in his ear, and I was thankful for the loud music in the shop. “Don’t just throw that at me when we’re in public.”
“I’ll throw myself at you when we’re alone, then. Come on, Pretty Kitty. Let’s go back to the hotel. I’ll need a photo of that shirt for my ArgoS.” My eyes dropped to the spot where he bit his lip. “I have an idea.”
The way back to our room was a blur. Noah put a towel down on the bed and cocked an eyebrow at me.
“Lie on your back,” he ordered.
When I’d settled down, he gave me his phone with the camera app open.
“Give me a second.”
He stripped down to his briefs, then pulled the pink ‘cumslut’ top on, and scrambled on top of me. He straddled my hips and mussed up his hair.
“Ready.”
Fuck. Yeah, I’m ready.
I angled the phone so a sliver of my stomach was visible between his legs. My dick hardened against his ass with every shot I took.
“How do they look?”
“So fucking hot, Puppy.” I swallowed. “Let me get some more before I come in my boxers.”
Noah bit his lip and scrunched up his nose. I hung for a moment on the way the corners of his eyes crinkled with his grin before I snapped another photo.
“This is the one you should post,” I rasped. When an ArgoS notification popped up, I tried to swipe it off the screen but accidentally opened it and caught a glimpse of the message.
rawpaul: Hi Noah, I just saw you’re in Scotland. Are you interested in a collab? We could meet at my place or a hotel? Bottom/vers…
“Shit.” I gave him the phone back.
Fuck, what am I thinking?
“I’m sorry, I accidentally clicked on the notification.”
“What? Oh, it’s no big deal, it’s probably just….” His voice trailed off as he read it. The smile slipped off his face and left it impassive.
