Page 36 of Jacob Michaels is Trouble

“Maybe.” I agreed.

“Do you need more motivation?” He asked lowly as he moved his hips slightly, sliding himself between us.

The movement made me throb and him gasp. Before Lucas could do anything else, I hopped off of the barstool and moved my hands to his wrists, pulling both of his arms behind his back roughly. The length of our bodies were still pressed together as I stared at him. I tried to look intimidating, though Lucas was just slightly taller, as I squeezed my hands around his wrists and held his arms behind his back. Lucas groaned and tried shifting his hips again to rub himself against me once more. With a wicked grin, I moved back just enough to deny him that pleasure.

“Babe.” Lucas moaned.

“You have to earn that.”

“How?”

“Go to the bedroom,” I commanded in a growl, my mouth against Lucas’ suddenly.

Lucas gasped again as my hands tightened around his wrists.

“Now,” I said firmly.

“Okay.” Lucas eagerly nodded.

Jerkily, I let go of Lucas’ hands, having to keep myself from grabbing him and having my way with him right there on the kitchen floor. The front of Lucas’ boxers was still announcing his excitement and willingness as we stared at each other hungrily for a moment. Lucas looked as if he could attack me as much as I probably looked like I was debating the idea myself. Before I could command Lucas to do as I said again, he hesitantly and jerkily stepped away from me, towards the bedroom. My eyes burned into his as he made his way toward the bedroom, walking backwards so that his eyes didn’t have to leave mine. When I saw him approaching the bedroom door, his eyes dropped to my crotch, and a slight grin appeared on his face. That was the rest of the motivation I needed to complete this experiment of Lucas’.

“Get in there,” I commanded firmly again.

Lucas jumped, though the grin didn’t leave his face and he darted into the bedroom as I began stomping across the room towards the doorway. When I stormed into the bedroom, Lucas was standing at the edge of the bed, his boxers no longer on. He was standing at full attention, the tip of him glistening. I did my best to not lick my lips as I sauntered over to him, prepared to provide my boyfriend with the release for a fantasy I hadn’t known he had held onto since…whenever.

“Did I tell you to take off your boxers?” I asked as I stepped into my boyfriend’s space and put my face in front of his. “Why would you do that if I didn’t tell you to?”

“I guess you’ll have to teach me to listen better.” He grinned slightly.

Reaching up, I ran my fingers through his hair as he sighed and looked into my eyes desperately. When my hand got to the back of his head, I tangled my fingers in his hair and pulled just roughly enough to be on this side of pleasure. Lucas’ mouth opened, but nothing escaped as my eyes burned into his. As my eyes lingered on his, I felt resolve fading away. My desire to do anything that might be painful melted away like ice on a hot summer sidewalk. Lucas’ eyes were pleading with me to do the thing I wasn’t sure I could without feeling poorly for it.

“Please, Rob.” Lucas exhaled, obviously aware that I was having second thoughts. “But only if you want to.”

His exposed cock was pushing against me, surely leaving a wet spot somewhere on the tail of my shirt. I leaned in and kissed him roughly, my lips forcing his lips open so that my tongue could slide into his mouth. Lucas moaned against my mouth as our tongues fought and his body moved desperately against mine. Groaning, I pulled at his hair, yanking his mouth away from mine.

“You’ll tell me if you don’t like it,” I grunted.

Lucas nodded.

“Please.” He nodded jerkily. “Please, Rob.”

“I want this,” I confirmed.

“I really want this.” He parroted.

“I don’t want to hurt you,” I whispered huskily. “At least, not more than you want me to.”

“You won’t.” He gasped again, making my pants feel even tighter.

“Because you’ll tell me if it goes too far.” It wasn’t quite a command but not quite a question.

Maybe a firm request.

“Yes.” He was nodding desperately again. “I’ll tell you.”

Grabbing Lucas’ upper arms, I pulled him into me a final time and kissed him deeply, no tongue, no tricks, just a loving, deep kiss. When I gently pushed him away from my lips, I looked deeply into his eyes.

“Then I need you to turn around and put your hands on the bed, Lucas.” I was biting my lips this time.