But I didn’t.
Instead, I yanked him the rest of the way down, delighting in the way his eyes widened. His bare calves pressed against my thighs, warming me up in more than one way.
“Gonna do something about it?” His tone was smug, no trace of apology for blowing past all my good intentions. Not that I’d had the firmest grip on them to start. From the moment Levi had shown interest, my body had been on red-alert, waiting for the chance to overload my thinking brain.
“I think you like being a brat.” As soon as I said it, I knew it was true. Despite his usual shy and ready-to-please exterior, something about him in flirty mode revealed a potentially bratty submissive waiting to play.
“Maybe.” He licked his lips. “Haven’t tried it a lot, but with you it just seems to happen. It’s nice. Freeing. It’s fun to push your buttons.”
“That so?” I liked that, liked inspiring something new in him and being the reason for him getting more playful.
I’d had some friends with a major thing for subs who were brats. I’d never seen the appeal of being challenged like that before. What was the point of giving an order if it wasn’t followed? But something about Levi made the concept appealing. He took me out of my head, and each little rebellion made me eager test him, to see if he’d follow commands as easily as he’d done while fixing the fire alarm. “I’m not sure whether I want to kiss you or spank you.”
He wiggled at that threat, making a happy noise and showing me more bouncy energy, unable to hold a position very long. I could see where he’d been a natural track athlete, all that nervous energy to burn. And I could also envision a lot of devious possibilities for exploiting those tendencies too. My body hummed at the thought.
“Do I get a choice?” His voice was much lighter now, and I loved the change in him from earlier. Brooding Levi made me want to protect him, while bratty, flirty Levi made me want to strip him bare and act out all the fantasies he’d been inspiring since our first meeting.
“No.” I went for a lower, sterner tone. He’d said he liked me almost scary, so I let myself test those waters. I spent most of my time trying hard not to inspire fear in people, but being able to let go of the reins a little felt good, like unbuttoning a too-tight collar.
He gave a pleased sigh like my firmness was some sort of gift and relaxed further against me. “Even better.”
“Kiss me,” I ordered, knowing full well he’d expected the spanking. And it served him right, being caught as off guard as I was.
“Hmm.” He took his sweet time complying. The little twist in his smile, the deepening of those devastating dimples, warned me that he had more bratty behavior in mind. My cock throbbed before he even made a move, more so as he leaned forward. He sniffed my hair as he grazed his lips along my temple, then my jaw, lingering at my chin before going back up the other side. “Like that?”
“Behave.” Gripping his muscular and surprisingly full ass, I acted like I was preparing to swat him before gently groping him. He wasn’t the only one who could be contrary.
And he liked it, moaning softly as I fondled him. My hands slid easier than I’d expected against his shorts.
“And what do we have here?” Running a finger along his waistband, I encountered a layer of thin and silky fabric. Not my usual kink, but as with most things Levi, the discovery made my pulse speed up. “Did you wear something special knowing I was coming over?”
My ego liked that prospect more than was wise, but he blushed, going almost purple as he glanced away. On the TV, the game continued, but I was far more interested in the one right here.
“Oops. I forgot—honest—that I had those one. I don’t… It’s not a thing, but I sometimes wear them when I need a mood boost.”
“Like superhero armor? Or your own little sexy secret?” I teased, but he kept right on blushing.
“I’m not… That is, it’s not all the time.”
“Hey.” I stopped his babbling by tightening my grip on his ass. “I’m into it, okay? If it’s something that gets you off, I’m in favor. You don’t need to be embarrassed around me.”
“No?” His head cocked to one side. “But you’re Mr. Uber Masc Jock guy.”
“Which means I can’t like something pretty?” Giving him a hard look, I slid my hand farther down the back of his shorts. The panties were high cut on the sides, perfectly framing his ass with the sheer material. My caresses had him squirming against me most deliciously, his hard cock pressing against my stomach. “It’d be a shame if I didn’t get to see these.”