Page 35 of Yard Sale

“Oh.” Pulling back, I could see the surprise in his gaze. “I pressed you against the locker and fucked your ass?”

“The bench,” I muttered. “Over the bench.”

His teeth dug into his lower lip, and I wondered if he was blushing. If I touched him, would his cheeks be warm? “Is that what you like? To bottom?”

I let out a trembling breath. “I don’t get to very often. For a long time, I had a girlfriend, and she wasn’t into, you know, toys. And hookups were always too quick to enjoy them. But, yes. I…I prefer it. I like it. I liked to be bossed around and controlled. And I think that would feel amazing with you.”

“Fuck,” Aravind breathed out. “Fuck, I want that more than anything. But we can’t do that here. There’s not a chance in hell we’d fit in the bathroom together, and there’s only a curtain blocking us from the other passengers.”

It was almost like a physical blow to remember that only a bit of fabric separated us from the rest of the ferry. And as much as that should scare me, it just turned me on even more.

Aravind shifted on me as my cock throbbed, and he grinned. “Oh. You kind of like that too. I thought you said you weren’t inventive.”

“These days, exhibitionism is pretty vanilla.”

He burst into laughter, then suddenly had me by the side of my face, tugging me into a kiss. His tongue ring clinked against my top teeth, and then his tongue swirled around mine. The kiss was a little mean and a lot messy and absolutely fucking perfect.

It was nothing like I imagined, and god, I was done even trying to fantasize about what Aravind might be like because nothing would ever compare to the real man.

Aravind eased back, and I let myself breathe for a second. “Can I…can I ask you something?”

“Anything,” he said, rocking gently on my lap. His cock was hard. I could feel it through his thin, tight jeans.

It took me a moment to focus. “How did you know that I’d want this? I do, but…was I being obvious?”

Aravind laughed, then let out the smallest sigh. “Not today, no. But when I came to see you at the hospital, you were as high as a kite and going on about how pretty I am.” He paused as my face flushed with humiliation. I couldn’t remember that, but it was all true. “I didn’t think it was just the drugs talking.”

Leaning forward, I captured him in another, shorter kiss. “It wasn’t just the drugs.”

Aravind hummed and kissed me deeper, drawing it out, letting his tongue ring trace the inside of my mouth until I was rock hard and aching and a little desperate to come. When he pulled back, he was slightly breathless and took a moment, forehead resting against mine.

“I have an idea,” he murmured.

“What?” I said, but I really wanted to say, “Anything.”

“I’m going to jerk you off.”

I fought back a heavy groan and shook my head quickly. His wandering hand froze halfway to my crotch. “I’ll get loud. I won’t be able to help it. I’ve never been able to keep my mouth shut.”

Pulling back, Aravind hummed and slowly slid off my lap. Fuck, I wanted to cry. I needed his weight back on me.

“Please, don’t go⁠—”

“I’m not going anywhere. I think I have an idea, honey. I might know a good way to keep you very quiet.” He sauntered out of my sightline, and a moment later, he was back. His leg slid over mine, and he rested all of his weight on my thighs as he lifted something toward my face.

It was fabric—something small, maybe lacy, a soft royal blue. He dragged the edge along my jawline, and it was somehow both rough and silky.

“Are those⁠—”

“My panties. A clean pair,” he added like I would have cared. Fingers pressed against my chin. “Open.”

Was he going to…oh fuck. My lips parted, and I opened my mouth just far enough he could stuff the little bundle right past my teeth. With a tap of his fingers under my chin, my mouth closed again.

“Good boy,” he whispered.

My dick kicked so hard that I swore it almost broke through the zipper. “Shit.”

The word was nothing more than a muffled mess against the silky fabric in my mouth. I bit down hard as his fingers began to work at my button and zipper, and it wasn’t long before he had me in his hand.