Page 67 of Guardian
“If I use it we’re done here.I already said I wasn’t going to.”
This isn’t me being an asshole.At least, it’s not meant to be.I’ve got a list of reasons longer than my left leg that this entire situation is the worst idea I’ve ever had.Even so, I keep circling around Ravi like he’s a planet and I’m just a moon, helplessly stuck in his orbit.The last thing I need is to find out we’re incompatible in bed.Plenty of past partners couldn’t handle me.
“I don’t know a single person who’s never safed-out of a scene, kid.You might.”
“Maybeyoumight.”The brat has the nerve to stick out his fucking tongue.
The stubborn jut of his chin keeps me from responding, even though he could have a point.For all the years I’ve been doing this sort of thing, I am way out in deep water right now.If he asked me to kill for him, that would be easier than whatever I’m getting into right now.
“All right.We’ll start off easy.”
I pour some lube into my hand and reach for his cock.He’s uncut, so it’s not that I really need it, at least not yet.It’s that I want the slip and slide of my skin on his.
It isn’t long before he’s bucking his hips, thrusting staccato into my hand, seeking relief.
When we did this before, it took every drop of restraint I had not to look at him.I knew if I let myself really fall into his gravity, I’d never climb out.
What’s changed?Everything, and also nothing.
Nothing except I’m tired of fighting.
The muscle he’s worked so hard for in the gym is typically hidden under loose clothing, but now his abs flex with each thrust and his arms strain against the ties.I was right about the squirming.
“Come whenever you want to, kid.”
There’s confusion written all over his face.After hours of not being allowed to get off before, he’s wondering if this is a trap.
It’s absolutely a trap.
My cock is a steel bar in my pants, but I’m ignoring it for now.Right now, this is about him.
I brace one slippery hand on his upper thigh as he fucks my fist.He growls in frustration at being held down from all his thrashing, but on my end it’s immensely satisfying to feel his leg flex and strain against my hand while he tries desperately to get himself off.
When his release comes, it’s on a strained moan, nothing as loud or showy as the way he came after I edged him for hours.It’s the part of his wet lips and the bunching and releasing of his muscles I find so gratifying.That, and the fact that his eyes never leave mine.
“I’m struggling…to see how this is a punishment.”His chest rises and falls with each heavy pant of his breath.
“Don’t worry.”I pour more lube on my fingers, coating them liberally.“You’ll figure it out soon.”
Then I proceed to coax him back to life, which only takes a few minutes.Oh, to be young again.“There are few things I miss about being a teenager,” I murmur, “but this is a definite bonus.”
“I’m not that young.My birthday’s in a few months.”He nearly moans the assertion.“And getting boners all the time is hardly convenient.”
My heart stutters when he mentions his birthday.I’m an absolute ass.
His parents getting killed so close to his birthday meant I’d chosen not to do much to celebrate.I didn’t want him to have that cloud hanging over the day he was born.I realize now it was a mistake.
Ravi deserves to be celebrated.
Next time I’ll do something big.If he stays.
I bat the thought away.“Hmm.Well, at the moment your boners are awfully convenient for me.”
Then I slide my slicked finger into his hole.
The crook of my finger makes his eyes fly open and a surprised gasp leaves his mouth.The sound is like candy on my tongue.
“W-what are you doing?”
