Page 133 of Naughty November

I stepped back before things got out of hand. “Sorry for making you wait.”

“It’s okay. I’ll still get to campus on time. Why did you tell me not to get dressed yet?”

I showed him the butt plug in my hand. “My gift.”

“Umm, okay. Do you want me to put it in?”

“I want to do it. Get on your knees on the bed.”

Iggy did what I said. He always did. I raised his robe over that beautiful ass and settled the material onto his back. Working on his ass all week had been worth it. I leaned forward and licked up his taint, then flicked my tongue inside him. Goose pimples dotted his flesh.

“Oh,” he gasped. “Kieran, I love it when you do that.”

Of course he did. I gripped handfuls of his cheeks and spread him wider, then reached beneath him. I stroked his cock, jacking him off until his hole tightened around my tongue, and he was crying out my name and coming on the expensive sheets.

He fell to the bed. Smiling, I lubed up the butt plug and slowly pressed it inside him. It wasn’t big enough to be uncomfortable, but he would enjoy it more later if I didn’t give his hole a chance to relax.

“How is that? Does it hurt?”

“No. It fits.”

I helped him to his feet. “Then wear it for as long as you can bear ittoday. If you need a break, you can take it out but put it back in, okay?”

He nodded. “I’m sorry I forgot about the button society meeting later.”

“It’s okay. I don’t mind waiting another hour or so for you to get home.” I stroked his cheek. He still seemed upset he’d forgotten about his meeting. “There’s no rush. Haven’t you learned anything about patience from this week?”

Although he smiled, it didn’t quite reach his eyes. What was up with him? In fact, since yesterday I’d noticed an undercurrent I couldn’t put my finger on. I’d chalked it down to him being nervous about tonight, but what if I was wrong?

“I should get dressed for classes.”

I dropped my hands. “All right.”

I’d ensured I had the day off from filming to get everything prepared for my night with Iggy. A nice, expensive bottle of wine in case he needed to relax a bit, dinner we could delve into if we felt for it after, chocolate cake, candles, and violet-colored chrysanthemums, his favorite flower.

The last task on my list was picking up my gift for him. I had it all planned. After making love to him, I would hand him the gift and tell him how I felt about him. What could go wrong?

I was at a stoplight when I received a text message. Someone had sent me a photo. I quickly opened the message, and my heart fell. The message was from Milo. Iggy was draped provocatively on his couch in a short green robe, loosely knotted to show a hint of lace.

Nononono.

A horn blasted behind me. The light had changed. I pressed on the gas while instructing Siri to call Milo.

“Hey, Ki?—”

“You son of a bitch!”

“Now wait?—”

“Imma fucking kill you if you touch him, Milo!”

“Will you calm the fuck down? If you listen to what I’m saying?—”

“No, you listen to me, asshole. He’s off-limits. When I said that, I fucking meant it.”

“Why? Because you secretly want him for yourself.”

“Yes!” I shouted. “Yes, you’re right. I want him all for myself. I love him, dammit.”