Duke(57)
“No promises, but I’ll try.”
Gen put her hair in a bun on top of her head and took a fast shower, keeping her hair dry. She dried off and donned yoga pants and a tee, and forced herself not to wear a bra. It was a thicker tee, and navy, but… still. She felt almost naked in front of him without a bra.
She grabbed her tablet and went to the sofa, where Duke was already sitting.
His arm went around her, he tucked her into his side, and her heart slowed, her body calmed. No place safer on the planet than in Duke’s arms.
She swiped her tablet on and went to her picture albums. “I’m not sure you understand Cam, and that’s okay, but he’s pretty cool and you should know he isn’t just a gay bottom.” She went to the pictures she’d collected of him in performances, and went straight to the time he’d spent in Atlanta in a production of Giselle.
Duke took the tablet from her and spread his fingers to zoom in on the image. Cam was standing on his toes, looking up, a ballerina in his hands balanced over his head. You could see every muscle in his body, and you could see the grace in his movements even in a still picture.
“He’s magic on stage, and there’s nothing feminine about the way he dances. It’s all masculine beauty and grace.”
“I didn’t like the way you were dancing with him in the club.”
“Yeah, you made that pretty clear, but Cam’s safe to dance with because I know nothing will come of it. I can turn loose with him in a way I can’t with anyone else.”
Duke swiped through her pictures, slowing to look at some, speeding past others. “What’s the story with him and Sam?”
“The night Cassie met Frisco was also the night Sam met Cameron. It was Sam’s bachelorette party, and Ethan had told Sam she could flirt and dirty dance, and be felt up over the top of her clothes, but couldn’t, ummmm, have any happy endings.”
“Orgasm, Beautiful. Or ‘get off’. We need to work on your vocabulary.”
She rolled her eyes. “I know those words, just don’t always feel comfortable saying them.”
Duke chuckled. “I find it hard to believe Ethan would give the okay for that, but I take this to mean Sam played around with Cam?”
“They danced a lot, and I think Sam helped Frisco torment Cameron on the dance floor. Sam ended up kissing a transsexual during the drag show, and now they’re great friends. You’ll probably end up meeting her at some point.”
This time, Duke gave a full laugh, and finally stopped to say, “Beautiful, you have some very interesting friends.”
They looked at pictures and talked for an hour, until Duke kissed her senseless and carried her to bed.
* * * *
Duke took his time working her up with his hands, and just as she was about to come, he backed off and paid attention to her breasts a little while. When he was sure she’d cooled off, he mounted her from above, groaning in bliss as his cock slid into her tight, warm heat.
As she got close he backed off, slowed, and denied her release yet again. She made noises of protest, but didn’t say anything. The fourth time he backed off, she reached down to play with her clit and he lifted her hands, threaded his fingers through hers, and held them near her head as he continued to fuck her slow enough she couldn’t get off.
Her eyes begged him, and he knew it was time to remind her why he was doing this. She’d figured it out, he could tell by the glare, but he needed to be sure she understood.
“I won’t give you another orgasm until I’ve come — either on you or in you — three times. There are consequences for denying me, Beautiful. This is it.”
* * * *
Gen was horrified he could read her so easily. He knew exactly when she was seconds from coming, and stopped every freakin’ time.
She needed to come so bad, she ached for it — the pulse in her clit an insistent drumbeat, her desire a palpable thing.
As her release grew closer, this time she clamped her mouth shut, closed her eyes, and tried to keep her body from betraying her. She neared the apex, was just ready to explode through and finally find release when Duke pulled out, stripped the condom off, masturbated himself for a handful of seconds, and came all over her stomach and breasts.
She should’ve been humiliated, pissed, but he leaned forward and kissed her, held her, once more not caring he got his ejaculate all over himself. She grinned to herself, thinking if he heard her call it ejaculate he’d be amused with her.
“That’s one, Beautiful. Two more and you get to come.”
“I can get myself off, Duke. Been doing it for years.”
“Not tonight, and not in the morning. You’ll have the day at work free tomorrow, but I’m willing to bet whatever small release you manage to find will only make you hornier.”