Once his mouth is on me, I’ll want it on me for the next few hours.
This isn’t going to be a quick fuck.
Even if I’m dying for everything here and now, I need to show him how patient I can be.
I’ll be patient while he’s on the road.
I’ll wait for him stage side while he’s on tour.
I’ll be there for him, no matter what. No matter where.
I’m his.
I’ll always be his.
While kicking the door closed behind me, I reach for his shirt.
Cash leans in for that kiss I’m so desperate to give him but can’t. Not yet.
I cover his mouth with my hand so I’m not tempted. “Lose our clothes first.”
He mutters against my palm, but it comes out as a muffled mess.
“What?” I drop my fingers to his fly.
“I said you’re so impatient.”
“On the contrary. Once I have you naked, I’m going to have the patience of a saint. You’ll get my mouth, and you’ll get my lips. My tongue. I’m going to taste every inch of you. I’ll lick you until you can’t take it anymore, and you won’t hold back while you tackle me and bury your cock inside my ass and lose yourself in me.”
“Fuck, Locke … You’re gonna let me in here?” He grips my ass and pulls me against him.
“Whenever you want,” I whisper.
Our mouths are back to being so close, inches apart, but we’ve made no progress on the clothing front.
I can tell he’s going to test me this whole time, and I’m looking forward to it.
“Get naked and land your bare ass on the couch, while I get supplies,” I order. I don’t need to watch to know he’ll do it.
I go to my room and try to remember where I put all my sex stuff since moving in. I’ve had a huge need for it. Obviously. With my lonely, celibate self.
In a box under my bed, I find everything I need. I grab the lube and condoms, but I pause on the vibrating plug I have in there.
I wonder if the batteries will still work considering it’s been so long since I’ve used it.
The thought of prepping myself for Cash so he can just slide inside me has me reaching for it.
I test it, and the loud buzzing has my ass yearning to feel it inside me.
“Sherlock,” Cash calls out, and I jump. “Hurry up.”
“Stop being so impatient!”
“If you’re not back out here in ten seconds, I’m gonna take things into my own hands.”
“Don’t you dare touch yourself. Sit on your hands and stop being a demanding diva.”
A half moan, half growl floats in from the other room, making me laugh. I love how after all these years, he’ll still do as I say.
As quickly but carefully as I can, I lube up the toy and slowly work myself open with it until it won’t slip out of me as soon as I let it go.
It takes a few minutes to get there, so by the time I do make my way back out to the living area, Cash is sitting on his hands and looking miserable. His long hair hangs down his naked shoulders.
He’s gotten only hotter in the last ten years, and I have no doubt that every time I see him naked for the foreseeable future, I’m going to be taken aback by his striking features. His hard jaw, warm brown eyes …
“Fucking finally. What took you so—” He must see the way I’m walking a bit funny. “Whatcha got back there?”
I turn and wiggle my butt at him, the thick base of the plug sticking out.
“All is forgiven. Get that ass over here.”
“Not yet.” I step toward him and hand him the remote for the toy. “I have plans for you. Anytime you get too close to the edge, hit the button.”
He shifts in his seat. “This is going to be fun.”
“Or torture.” For both of us. “But think how good it will be when you’re finally allowed to let go.” I sink to my knees.
His cock stands tall and hard, while his skin looks sticky with precum.
“Aww, baby. Did you get a little excited?”
“Fuck you. You told me I couldn’t touch myself, and apparently my dick likes that.”
“A lot.” I lean in and lick up the sticky substance off his lower stomach.
His wet cock hits me in the chin, and I move my mouth there next.
Cash’s whole body tenses as he lets out a loud “Fuck” while my tongue glides over the head of his dick.
I swallow him down, tasting more of that salty precum.
The long moan that comes out of Cash’s mouth is accompanied by a sudden vibrating in my ass.
I pull back fast before I clamp down on his dick. “Oh, shit,” I breathe.
“Now that’s a handy trick,” Cash says, but I’m too busy riding out the sensation pressing against my prostate.