Page 99 of Left In The Dark

“Fuck, you’re gorgeous. I’ve been thinking about all the things I want to do to you all damn day at work after you sent me those filthy pictures during my lunch break.”

“What are you waiting for? Come do them to me.” I dig my heels into the mattress, lifting my hips halfway off the bed, and a small growl slides up his throat. My cock strains and I fuck harder into my fist.

“Stop that,” he demands, and my hand freezes.

“But it feels so good,” I whine, moving my hand up and down again.

“I said stop that. I want to be the only one touching you for the remainder of the day.”

“Why?” I cock a brow.

“Because, I want you making those sounds only because of me, and when you do get to touch yourself again, it’ll be because I told you to.”

My hand falls to my side and he smiles. “Good, boy”

My breaths stutter and my hole twitches when his cock falls free from his underwear. My mouth waters when precum beads on the head of his cock, and I press my ass to the bed, sucking on my bottom lip.

“Please,” I say, watching him like a lion does his prey as he crawls onto the bed naked.

“Please what?” He kisses one of my legs, looking between them with hungry eyes.

“I need you to say it.” I choke on my next breath as he rubs his face over my crotch while inhaling deeply.

“What do you need me to say, sweet boy?”

“I . . . fuck.” My mind temporarily shuts off when he rubs his nose into my pubes and the stubble on his jaw tickles my cock, creating an amazing sensation I didn’t think would ever feel this good.

“I can’t say it if you don’t tell me.”

“You know what to say already. You’re saying it with your eyes and body.”

“I want to hear what you think my eyes and body are telling you.”

“I want . . . I want you to tell me you want me.” My words come out broken.

His smile stretches and he licks a stripe up the center of my body. He kisses my chin and then collarbone. “You really need to hear it, don’t you?”

“Yes.” I look down at him, struggling to keep my breathing steady.

“What if someone else said it to you? Would it be good enough?”

It used to, but I only want to hear it from someone who means it now. He’s taught me that there’s no better feeling than that. “No,” I finally say.

“Why is that?” He strokes below my lower lip and it trembles.

“Because it only means something when you say it.”

He’s not only smiling with his lips but with his eyes too. “That’s right. No one else will ever be enough now you know what it’s like to have more.”

“Please say it. Please.”

“I love how needy you get when it comes to getting the smallest things from me.”

It’s not small. None of what he gives me is. He does it with all of him, and it’s all I ever wanted. To give myself to someone fully while having them do the same. “This small thing is bigger than you realize.”

“Is it?”

“Yes. It’s everything when it comes from the right person.”