Page 92 of Thorn Evermore
“I do. Well, I did. I’m locked down now.”
“Oh?”
My chest fills with surprising warmth just from thinking about Kyson. Later, I’m going to rock his world. Fuck, his entire universe. I can’t wait.
“He’s amazing.”
“Ahh, you’re smitten.”
“Completely.”
“Sweet. I hope that happens for me someday, but I’m still young. Barely twenty-three.”
“I’m very, very old, but he was worth the wait.”
“Cute.”
Another man comes out from behind the half wall. I recognize him as Jensen from his website. He’s tall, matching my height, but slender. His chestnut brown hair falls in pretty waves around his face. I know he’s from Brazil, a point he made on his site. He’s got an androgynous look about him that used to drive me wild. Before Kyson, of course. Now, I can’t imagine touching another person.
“Thorn?” Jensen asks, smiling wide.
“That’s me.”
“I’m ready for you.”
“Do you need anything, Jensen?” Benedict asks. The energy pouring off him is nothing but longing and desire as he gazes at his boss.
I detect a slight shift in Jensen too. An equal longing, but something holds him back. Perhaps the obvious age difference. I imagine Jensen is somewhere in his forties.
“No, thank you, Bennie. I’m good for now.”
Benedict licks his lips, shifting from one foot to the other. I follow Jensen down the hall to a studio.
“First time?” he asks.
“Definitely. My love has a little fantasy I plan to make happen.”
“Perfect. I’ve got you covered. You can step behind the screen to undress.”
I scoff a laugh. “You’re about to cast my dick. I think I can take off my jeans in front of you.”
Jensen chuckles. “Some people are weirdly modest about disrobing.”
I kick off my boots and peel out of my jeans while Jensen prepares the plaster. Standing around his studio naked has a strange effect on me. Naked is my favorite thing, but suddenly, I want to cover up. Like I don’t want anyone else to look atme. Weird. But this is necessary to give Kyson what he truly wants.
“I’m ready for you, Thorn.”
I walk over to the leather bed and lie down. All I have to do to get hard is picture the expression on Kyson’s face when he sees it. My cock swells and my gums throb.
“Well, that’s impressive,” Jensen says, chuckling as he begins his work.
The plaster is warm and wet, and I imagine it’s my lover riding me. Gods, Kyson has twisted around my soul.
To keep myself from losing it completely, I switch the subject. “So, Benedict…”
“Yes?” Jensen tries to stay neutral, but his pulse quickened as soon as he heard the man’s name.
“He’s lovely.”