I have to say, I was getting excited over the relationship label for a moment there, but I let my disappointment slide. I’ve never done this before, and I don’t know how it works. Just because I’m okay with the boyfriend label, it might not mean that we’re ready.
This has been a whirlwind, and everything is moving so fast.
Going slow without labels would be the best way to see what could happen between us, even if it’s not what I want. We don’t want to rush this only to have to take things back in a couple of months—find out it won’t work and then be awkward with each other at Mike Bravo.
“Let’s find this lube,” I say, dropping the subject completely.
“I think it’s in here, maybe.” He pulls out a drawer from under the counter that was invisible to the eye.
“You’ve got hidden compartments everywhere.”
“Yep. They come in handy. Like when you need lube.”
“Oh, so you found it?” I lean over his shoulder.
“No,” he grumbles. “Hang on.”
I step back, and he moves around to the other side of the room. He opens drawer after drawer in the paneling underneath the display wall, coming up empty. “Gun lube is a bad idea, isn’t it?”
I blink at him.
“That was a joke. Calm down.”
I get the distinct impression that wasn’t a joke. “I’ll run upstairs. It’ll be faster than finding it down here.”
“Fine, but hurry up. All this delaying gratification thing is so overrated.”
“You know, you could get yourself at least a little ready while I’m gone.”
“On it.”
I turn on my heel to walk away when the need to pause has me hesitating by the door. “Uh, I’m sure this goes without saying, but … not with gun lube? Please.” I walk off, but his voice follows after me.
“If you were sure it went without saying, why did you say it?”
I run up the stairs and into his room, heading straight for his drawer of goodies. I grab the lube and go to leave when I get a thought. There are vibrators, dildos, handcuffs, and then my gaze lands on what I need.
I pick up the plug and go back down to the basement, pausing at the bottom of the stairs when I catch sight of Iris, spread out for me on top of the counter. He’s got one leg raised, a hand on his hard dick, and he’s stroking himself like he’s in a goddamn porno but I’m his only audience. What he’s doing is all for me.
My mouth dries.
His eyes lock with mine and then trail down my body to what’s in my hands. “What you got there?”
“Something to help get you ready so I can focus on … other things.”
“Mm. Other things. Like what?”
“Like your mouth. Your cock. Everything in between.”
“Hurry up and get over here, then.”
“Scoot to the edge of the counter.”
He puts both feet flat on the surface and shuffles his way down so his ass is nearly hanging off the end.
I sink to my knees, letting my breath ghost over his skin until he whimpers. My tongue darts out, and I run my mouth over his balls while I blindly cover the plug and my hand with lube.
Then, when I reach up to stroke his dick, I place the toy at his entrance and slowly push inside. I lift my head and watch as his face contorts from a wince to something needy. His cheeks flush, he bites his lip, and he looks down at me with hooded eyes.
I stand, wanting to take in all of him while slowly inching the plug in little by little.
Iris breathes heavily, but it’s calm and steady.
Only when I’ve pushed all the way in do I let it go and join him on the counter. I pull myself up and straddle him.
“What are you planning to do now?”
His cock is hard underneath me, but we’re too close to the edge of the table to grind against his cock. Seeing as that’s out, I might have to get there another way.
I rise on my knees and move forward until I’m sitting on his chest and my cock hits his chin. “I’m not planning to do anything. But you’re gonna suck my dick until I beg for your ass.”
Iris grips my ass cheeks and squeezes. “Mm, give it to me, then.”
I inch forward, taking hold of my cock and running it over Iris’s plump lips. “Let me in.”
He opens for me, and I slide right in. Every nerve ending in my body fires.
Tingles race all over my skin. “Nrgh, your mouth.”
He lifts his head and takes me deeper, and I resist the urge to grip his hair and ram my cock down his throat. Instead, I lean forward to put my hands flat on the counter so I have something to hold on to.