Chapter 8

“Maybe I could talk you into coming. I think I’d like to see that, a large wet spot at your crotch, though it wouldn’t be that visible since you’re wearing black. You and I would both know it’s there, right? It would feel decadent, wouldn’t it?”

“Fuck!” Kyle kept his hands beside him on the cushions of the booth, knuckles white where he gripped the material. He arched his back, head hanging back as he lost himself in my words, writhing against the cushions, searching for release.

“You need to come, don’t you, Mr. Rivers? Should I pump your cock or squeeze your balls, hmm? Tell me!”

“I…I don’t…know. Anything, Clint. Please, I’m so close.” Kyle was breathing hard now, sweat beginning to form on his forehead and beading his upper lip.

I wanted to kiss his mouth, but not yet. “What if I told you to hump my leg like a dog, would you do it?”

“Yes, Clint.” Kyle was now humping air, giving himself over to my words.