Total pages in book: 95
Estimated words: 91961 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 460(@200wpm)___ 368(@250wpm)___ 307(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 91961 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 460(@200wpm)___ 368(@250wpm)___ 307(@300wpm)
“You cheated.” He laughs.
“No, I’m just good. And you’re a very naughty pup.”
I slide down his body, still holding his wrists, moving him with me so I can hold his hands against his stomach. I suck the head of his dick between my lips and he arches up, and he gasps, “Frankie.”
“Now, I’m cheating.” I suck him again before I keep his wrists in one hand, even though he isn’t fighting me any longer, and spread his legs more with the other. His body is pliant to however I move and arrange him.
“Be a good pup and stay still.” I let go of him, lie on the bed between his legs, and push them up toward his chest. “How’s your hole?” I rub his ring with my thumb.
“Tender,” Evan replies breathlessly. “But I still want you again.”
“No.” I kiss his inner thigh. “We’ll make this happen another way.”
I take his mouth again, going down on top of him, rubbing our cocks together. Evan wraps his legs around me. Moans into my mouth and thrusts against me. Managing to fumble the lube, I squirt it in my hand before doing my best to wrap it around both our dicks, jerking us together. Evan thrusts into my grip, bites my lip, and whimpers and whines beneath me.
“I’m gonna…fuck, I’m gonna already…” Letting go of myself, I wrap a tight hand around him, jerking Evan off until he shoots all over his belly. Leaning over him, I lap it up, licking his chest and abs until he’s all clean.
“Gonna get you all messy again now.” On my knees, I jack my own cock, play with my balls until fireworks go off behind my eyelids and I jizz all over his chest. “Fuck…” My muscles nearly give out on me. “That was…Christ, I need to clean you up before I can’t move.”
Evan grabs my wrist so I can’t pull away. “No, I want it.”
I can’t help the smile that spreads across my face. Why in the hell didn’t we start this a long time ago? “Such a dirty, dirty pup.” I scoop my come off him and Evan licks my fingers clean, back and forth until it’s all gone.
“I wasn’t this vocal with Peter. He didn’t make me want the same things I want with you,” he admits.
“Good. That’s because you’re my pup.” I hit the lights, darkness casting over the room. Pulling Evan toward me, he comes easily, throwing a leg over me, his head in the crook of my arm.
We’re quiet for a few moments when he says, “Frankie?”
“Yeah?”
“Do you think we should tell anyone else about what we’re doing? I just want…I don’t know…I want to keep it between us for a little longer…to protect it. To protect us.”
I shift, considering how to answer. On the one hand, I agree with Evan. I feel the same way about what’s going on between us. Shit often gets messy when you add other people, especially with all Evan has been through. I’m sure stepping out in a relationship is a big deal to him, and I want to do whatever I can to protect us too. But on the other hand, I still think there’s a part of him that’s ashamed of Pup Runt. He’s afraid that if people find out about us, they’ll find out about the puppy play, and I think he still feels wrong or weird for it.
He shouldn’t, and I damn sure plan to show him there’s nothing wrong with this. “Yeah, of course. I want to protect us too.” Which is true but I also need to figure out a way to make him feel comfortable as Pup Runt because as much as I care about Evan, I enjoy my little runt too.
21
Evan
I struggle to get through work.
Feels like it’s taking me forever to make lattes, not to mention what a strain it is to maintain a smile as I greet my customers. Reminds me of the days of forcing that grin to get through a photo shoot.
I just keep taking deep breaths as I try to make it through the day.
Days like this are rare since I started taking meds and getting treatment for my depression, but they still pop up from time to time.
I have to push through, I keep reminding myself, but my worry about my regulars and Bradley noticing something’s off only throws me. I keep replaying a piece of advice my therapist told me some time ago: studies show that people aren’t very observant and are more self-conscious about themselves than noticing any slight changes in my behavior.
Despite trying to call those words to mind, I feel transparent, exposed. I’m trying to look happy, but it feels as if everyone can see right through my ruse.
Midway through the day, Frankie texts me: How about a little puppy play tonight? ;)