Page 76 of Edging Coach
Because Devon was both pleased and horny as hell.
Watching me from across the room, he slid a hand down over his rain-soaked shorts. “Did you enjoy yourself?” From that wicked glint in his eyes, he knew the answer.
I had to clear my throat twice before I could finally rasp, “It was hell.”
His grin broadened as he toed off his running shoes. “That didn’t answer my question. Did you enjoy yourself, Jack?”
I wanted to say,“It was fucking awful.”
Or,“You’re an evil bastard.”
Or,“Please make it all stop, Sir.”
All of those things were true, but not as true as what came out:
“Yes, Sir. I did.”
He licked his lips. As he came closer, he peeled off his jacket. With the porno still filling the room with the primal sounds of three men getting each other off, he casually said, “I’m going to give you a choice, Jack.”
I nodded. “Okay.”
“You aren’t going to answer me yet. I’m going to give you your choices, and then I’m going to go take a shower. When I come back, you can give me your answer. Got it?”
“Yes, Sir,” I croaked.
His nod and faint smile were the best thing ever.
He stepped closer and leaned down, brushing his cool lips across mine. “Choice number one—after I shower, I take off the cage, blow you, and swallow your cum.”
It took work to swallow. I couldn’t imagine what else he could offer that would bring me closer to sanity than that. Or anything hotter than coming in Devon’s mouth.
“Choice number two…” He trailed his fingertips down my cheek. “You let me decide what happens next.”
My heart flipped. That choice was both tantalizing andterrifying. I was curious what he could possibly have in mind, but also scared of what he might have up his sleeve. Of how long he could draw this out before he finally freed me from thisalmost.
His palm was chilly against my face as he leaned down for one more quick kiss. Then he stepped away and headed for the bathroom.
“I’ll be out in a few minutes,” he told me. “Then you can tell me what you’ve decided.”
And with that, I was alone again, listening to the floor creak beneath his weight and the sound of one man nearing orgasm and another promising to come down his throat. The shower came on, the sound quickly drowned out by one of the men coming hard and loud.
I closed my eyes again. Devon was offering me everything I needed—friction, release, the ability to breathe.
But option number two…
Fuck.Thatwas everything I needed. Eventual friction. Eventual release. Eventual breathing.
But also complete surrender. Complete trust in Devon to take me to whatever places he saw fit, inflicting as much pain and frustration as he desired, until he was good and ready to have mercy on me.
One option promised the relief I craved to my core.
The other…
I swore under my breath.
In the next room, the shower shut off. The floor creaked with Devon moving around.
On the screen, someone was getting fucked, the top’s hips slapping hard against well-reddened ass cheeks.
