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“Fuck…” I said, my eyes wide, as a wicked and entirely unrepentant smile formed on Alastair’s handsome face.
He sighed. “But right now, you look completely angelic in this blousy thing… I don’t know what it’s called.”
He pinched a bit of the sheer cotton in his fingers.
“It’s a chemise.” I eyed him carefully. “You know, I’m trying to figure out if you have some kind of ulterior motive, beyond getting me into a hotel room and under your thumb, which is already happening, so you can stop with all the pretty words, you know. I’m kind of a sure thing at this point.”
Alastair drew back, looking horrified, which honestly pained my heart, and I wanted to take everything back.
“Oh my God. I’m sorry. I don’t mean to… Do I sound like I’m manipulating you?” he asked, holding himself up on his hands and gazing down at me with a comforting amount of regret.
“No, no. I don’t know. I mean, I don’t know you all that well, and…”
He raised his eyebrows as I stroked the fingers of both hands along his very attractive forearms to assure him I was still into it…him…everything that was happening.
“Alastair, I’m having a fantastic time. I’m just waiting for…for something bad to happen,” I confessed.
“Is this a good time to tell you that I’m working for the Russians?”
The line was delivered in such a deadpan way that I almost believed him.
“What?” I said, my blood going cold.
He laughed. “Toby, I’m not.”
“Well, duh. I think?” I narrowed my eyes and let my hands fall, palms up, to the mattress. “How the hell would I know?”
“Oh, Toby, Toby, Toby,” Alastair murmured, lifting his hand to stroke my cheek. “How can you be so adorable?”
I gave him a weak smile, because I didn’t fucking know. “Years of practice?”
He smoothed the cotton fabric of the chemise, and the heel of his hand bumped my now-full erection. I grunted in response and blinked up at him benignly.
“Hmm. I see you’ve rallied, despite your misgivings.”
“I don’t have misgivings. And, yeah, I rallied. I’m not a one-trick pony, you know.”
He rubbed his palm over my cock where it stood beneath the delicate cotton of my shift.
“Oh…fuck,” I moaned, closing my eyes. Then opening them. “Wait.”
“Huh?”
“Don’t you want a blow job…or something? I feel bad that I’m on my second helping and you haven’t even had your first.”
“Oh, Toby. I feel like I’m still savoring the appetizer, to be honest. Or are you getting tired?”
“No! Not at all. But, uh, I’d be willing,” I said, batting my eyelashes and running my tongue over my bottom lip so he could see what I had to work with.
He smiled, considering. Deciding if he wanted that, or if he wanted to keep doing what he was doing. I had no objections either way.
“Okay,” he said, after a long moment.
“Yeah?”
“I think so. Stick out your tongue again.”
I laughed and stuck my tongue out as far as it would go, the obedient boy toy to Alastair’s demands.
