Total pages in book: 114
Estimated words: 106003 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 530(@200wpm)___ 424(@250wpm)___ 353(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 106003 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 530(@200wpm)___ 424(@250wpm)___ 353(@300wpm)
We hit a snag when I ask Creep to wash me in return, and he appears so spooked I immediately turn it into a joke and pour shampoo onto my head. I don’t have much experience with men who aren’t leading the encounter wherever they want it to go. I’m a bottom, and I tend to go with their flow, but things are different with Creep, because he’s still trapped by the web of his aunt’s vile words, and I need to free him before we can go any further.
Still, I want to know what his expectations are, so I offer him a smile and lather up my chest. “So… what do you actually want to do with a boy you like? With… me?”
He turns sideways, and his delicious cock remains hidden from me. But since he’s still here, since he’s opened up to me, and went through the agony of agreeing to this shower to see me naked, I’m guessing he wants more.
I comb back his washed and conditioned hair, so I get to see his profile, so sharp and beautiful, not meant to be hidden from view.
“I… I’m sorry. What I want is too strange.” But there’s such longing in his eyes, sprinkled with the right amount of lust. He can’t possibly imagine I won’t ask? Now he’s piqued my curiosity.
“Don’t apologize,” I say, offering him a clean towel before grabbing one of my own as soon as the water’s no longer flowing. My balls are aching from all this waiting, and while he’s being coy, I can’t imagine what he wants is any stranger than what Domino demanded. “Just tell me. What do you imagine? What do you want to happen?” I ask, keeping my voice light to encourage him.
He turns his back to me as he puts the towel over his head. He doesn’t seem to know what to do about his hair, so I face him again and grab it. I don’t want him spoiling my work.
“I want to touch you when you sleep,” he whispers in a tiny voice, meeting my eyes at last.
I swallow and curl my toes, because I’m not sure how I feel about that.
“Not really,” Creep adds, his dark eyes shining with guilt. “I don’t do that. I know it’s wrong. I’ve never hurt anyone this way. I just want… That’s the fantasy. You just sleep, all soft and pretty, and I get to toy with you however I want. By the time you wake up, you won’t even know I was there. You might be a little disheveled, a little sticky…”
His cock went down a little before, but now it’s rock-hard again and it’s me getting a bit flustered, because if the idea is that he doesn’t want to be watched and assessed, it doesn’t mean I need to be asleep for real. When I think back to the two times he listened to me jerking off, the pleasure was clearly in me acting as if I didn’t know he was there, and that… is a matter of acting. I might never land a lead role on Broadway, but if I was able to pretend I came the last time Johnny bored me to death, I can certainly lie down, look pretty, and let Creep touch me.
I don’t even realize I’m grinning, but Creep’s watching me like a hawk, his lips parted, as if he’s imagining all the things he could do to me.
I can’t say I’m not curious.
My cock pulses when I yawn and hang the towel on the rail. “It must be so late. I’m really sleepy.”
Creep stands there with the towel around his shoulders, eyes following my every move.
“I’ll see you in the morning?” I ask with a wink. “Goodnight.”
I walk off with a bit of spring to my step. This is so kinky, and I can’t wait to find out how I feel about it.
Chapter 15
Creep
I’ve never let anyone in like this.
Not the psychologist trying to pry me open in juvie as I sat mute, not to Prophet, not even to Brigid. She might know a lot about my past, but I wouldn’t dream of telling her my shameful sexual fantasies. I wasn’t even sure about admitting them to Angel. I wouldn’t have been able to if he didn’t make me feel so comfortable, so wanted. Like nothing was off-limits to me even though I put up so many boundaries around my own body. He didn’t laugh or tease me, he didn’t make me feel small or repulsive.
I watched his cute ass when he walked off to the bedroom ready to make my fantasy a reality. I don’t know what I did to deserve his precious free spirit, but I won’t deny what’s been offered to me so freely.
I wait in the bathroom, going over our conversations in my head. I regret my many moments of awkwardness, the things I said but could have phrased better, but despite all that, he’ll play this game with me for my gratification. I can only hope he will be at least half as turned-on as me.