Page 200 of Naughty November
But first things first, so after I gave his erection a few more massaging strokes, I went back to the inside of his thighs again. “Almost done. I love watching your lips wrapped around the nipple, baby.”
Oh, that got me an embarrassed and aroused sound that time.
Just barely caressing high on his inner thigh, I rubbed right below the diaper and got a shiver from him as he whined softly. “Such sweet sounds, but I can’t wait until you make loud, happy ones.”
He was almost done with the bottle and making little wiggles that gave away how much soda he’d probably consumed. I had a feeling he’d never be able to look at a can of Coke the same way again, but it worked in my favor.
When his bottle was nearly empty and he was just licking the nipple instead of actually drinking anymore, I eased it out of his mouth and set it on the nightstand. “Such pretty lips. You’re going to get so many kisses later.”
He was so quiet I looked to see his chest rising and falling and almost laughed when I realized my little drama queen was holding his breath again. Ordering him to breathe would be fun but not as much fun as finally hearing him laugh, so I decided it was time to play in a different way.
Caressing back up his body got another shiver from him and I knew he was grumbling in his head again, but I let the waiting drag out a few more seconds. He was waiting for the moment I’d start tickling him, but I got a shocked gasp when I quickly picked him up and laid him on the bed beside me.
His squeal was adorable, but it stopped as soon as he realized I’d stretched out beside him. He was definitely cursing me out, but it was silent unless I counted how loud his face was being as he scrunched it up.
“I need to be able to cuddle my boy.” Cuddle. Trap. It was all the same thing, so I draped my thigh over his diaper and used my hand to hold both of his above his head. Just feeling helpless had him quietly moaning and he tried to thrust his hips up.
“You’re so cute, baby.” Trailing my fingers along his chest, I made him wait a few more torturous seconds. It was almost too much for him when my fingers got to his ribs and I finally gave him what he wanted. “Happy time.”
As his happy cries filled the room, he tugged on his hands and bucked against me half-heartedly like he couldn’t decide if he really wanted to escape.
“Oh, such sexy sounds, baby boy.” He was wiggling too much for me to safely kiss him, but I kept my tone sweet and loving as I dug my fingers into his ribs and soaked up his laughter. “You’re so cute and I love hearing you so happy.”
And I loved knowing he was mine completely.
Not that he was trying to escape, but the fantasy was fun.
“That sexy laughter.” Adding a bit of heat to my voice, I moved my leg back and forth so my thigh was rubbing right over his diaper-covered erection.
His still very firm erection.
He’d been so hard to begin with I hadn’t been sure it’d fit right in the diaper but I’d made it work, and I’d been very glad to see the clear evidence of his arousal as we’d started to play. Not safewording was one thing, but being turned on and blushing were much more obvious signals that he was dramatic but willing.
Enthusiasticallywilling.
He just wasn’t comfortable wanting it, but that was something we could work on in the long run. Enough praise and rewards could get my adorable drama queen to do a lot. His love language was attention…good or bad, although I tried to keep it positive.
I had a feeling some of his past partners hadn’t realized there were two sides to being a drama queen and loving attention.
This was the best kind, though. “Such happy sounds from my naughty boy.”
I wasn’t quite talking like he was a little but the pleased tone seemed to get even better reactions from him. He was alternating between squealing and shaking his head, but still no safewords and not even the hand signal we’d set up for situations when he might not be able to talk.
So I worked my fingers down his side and rubbed his erection through the diaper with every wiggle he made…and he made a lot.
Most of them were twisting and squirming because of the crazy sensations firing through him, but there was no logical reason his hips kept thrusting up to grind his erection against me.
And against the diaper.
He didn’t mind that nearly as much as he wanted me to think he did because even when I’d been sliding it on, he kept making his surprised noises, and every time he shifted, he sounded just like he had when he’d been petting sheets the last time we’d bought new ones.
He thought his diaper was soft at the very least.
“That’s my good boy.” Leaning over, I blew raspberries on his stomach and the sensation or maybe just how ridiculous it was had him squealing again and laughing. “Trapped and helpless. Cute and happy.”
And while he wasn’t using words, he was making enthusiastic sounds and was letting out the most adorable laughter.
It was hitting a frantic pitch too.