Page 62 of Naughty November
“Answer me,” I growled, cupping his cheek.
“Yes,” he moaned, his eyes fluttering shut for a second. “I... I just wanted you to touch me. All the time. That’s all I wanted back then.”
“You were too young.” I brushed a thumb over his lower lip. “Just a kid. But just because I didn’t see you that way then, doesn’t mean I’m not tempted now. Do you still want that, baby? Do you want me to touch you?”
“You already are,” he whispered.
“Only as much as I need to, to help you get this cage off.”
Not strictly true. I’d already crossed over that line into new, uncharted territory, and we both knew it. But I still needed to know he really wanted it before we took things any further.
“Is that the kind of touch you want?” I pushed him.
He shook his head. Then nodded, looking helplessly confused. “I… want it off?”
I grinned, stroking my fingers over his trapped, straining dick. “You don’t sound too sure about that, baby.”
He bit that plump lip of his. “I just mean, I don’t want that to be, um, to be the only way you ever touch me.”
“Good boy. Thank you for saying so.”
He whined at the praise, his hips jerking again.
I cupped his caged cock, letting my fingers press up into his taint again.
“Do you want me to make you come? Is that how you want me to touch you?”
He sucked in a sharp breath, his eyes going wide.
“Isn’t that why you’re so desperate to get the cage off, sweetheart? Because you’ve been stuck like this for too long and need a release? Because your dick is so swollen and sensitive and throbbing that you can barely stand the sensation anymore? Because you’re getting horny, and it feels good even when it hurts, but no matter what you do, you can’t find a way to get yourself off?”
He made a hot, needy sound that sounded like it came from the depths of his soul, nodding fast without taking his eyes off me. Without even blinking.
“All this buildup you’ve been suffering will just make your orgasm all the more intense when you finally get one, button, I promise. Is that what you want now? Do you want me to give you some relief? Make you come? Is that what you need?”
“Oh, God,” he cried, his hips bucking as I squeezed his caged cock. “Please! I can’t, I don’t, I don’t know. You decide. Please Fletch. Don’t... Don’t make me think.”
A fierce surge of satisfaction rocked through me. This is what I craved, what I never seemed to find with meaningless hookups. And it was sweeter than I ever could have imagined—not to finally find it, but to finally find it withHolden.
“I can do that,” I promised. “And if you mean it, if you’re leavingthe decision up to me, then we’ll just leave that cage on you for a little bit longer, okay?”
“What? But… But… everything you said.”
He squirmed, so beautifully aroused and frustrated that it sent my own lust spiraling through me with a heated urgency that made the effort of containing it adark pleasure all of its own.
Good things weren’t just worth the wait. They were always so much better for being drawn out and savored along the way.
Something I couldn’t wait to teach Holden, if he’d let me.
I gave his cage a gentle tug. “I’ll get this off for you. I promise, baby. I just want to see you come for me before I do.”
He whimpered, his hands grabbing my shoulders and gripping me with a desperation so delicious I wanted to gorge on it. “But I… I can’t come? Not locked up like this. Ican’t.”
“Oh, I think you can,” I purred, massaging his taint again. “Let’s find out, shall we?”
He looked down at his soft, straining dick, pressing so hard against the bars now that it looked almost obscene.
“But…” he started.