Naughty November

Chapter 4

FOUR

HOLDEN

I almost felt like someone had drugged me, but not in the bad, scary way. No, this was more like what I imagined all those feel-good drugs people took at clubs must be like. The ones that were supposed to make everything feel like sex and magic.

I’d never tried them, but I couldn’t imagine the high being any better than having Fletcher—Fletcher Greene!—kneeling between my legs and asking me to be good for him.

I had no idea what that actually meant or what he expected me to do, but even if we hadn’t seen each other in years, I did trust him.

More than that, all of the “am I gay?” feelings I’d had back during puberty, when I really had trailed after him like a lost, horny little duckling, were back now in full force.

Being stuck in this cage with Cindy not returning my messages had been the most terrifying, humiliating thing ever. Not sexy at all. But now, even though Fletch said he wanted to leave it on for a while, I felt nothing but safe and warm.

No, not just warm. Hot.

The pressure and pinch of the metal was almost painful with my dick still trying so hard to get fully erect. Well, it was definitelya little painful, but... also not? Or at least, not a bad kind of pain.

I wasn’t sure if that made any sense, I just knew that I liked it if he liked it. Maybe because, even though it was something Cindy had put on me, now—because Fletcher was the one who’d decided to leave it on a little longer—the constriction felt like it was him holding me in a firm grip.

And that idea sent a thrill through me that I didn’t think I could ever have explained to anyone.

But I didn’t have to. Fletcher was the only other person who mattered right now, and he already seemed to understand.

And then, a moment later, I couldn’t even have tried to explain, because he wrapped his big, firm hands around my inner thighs, sending little shockwaves of pleasure through me, spread my legs even wider, and leaned down to… to lick the cage .

My breath stuttered, the wet heat of his tongue searing through the bars and branding my sensitive flesh with a new awareness of what it meant to want.

“Oh, God,” I cried out, my balls throbbing and a hot, coiling desperation twisting my insides as my dick pulsed with frustrated excitement, straining against its bondage. “Please.”

Fletcher smiled up at me, his eyes crinkling in the corners and making my heart race. “Shhhh. Patience. We’ll get there.”

He dragged his tongue down over my balls, pushing my thighs up until I was exposed to him in a way I’d never been with anyone as he licked a hot stripe all the way to my asshole.

I gasped, then pushed on his head, squirming. I wasn’t sure if I was trying to get away from him or get more, but he couldn’t actually want to put his mouth there, right?

“Fletch!” I panted. “You can’t?—”

“Hush,” he groaned, holding me in place and nuzzling his face right into my ass, his hot breath sending liquid shocks of pleasure through me. “I can. You smell so fucking goodhere, baby. So needy. So fucking sweet. And you taste even better. Now are you going to let me be in charge, or are you telling me to stop? ”

“I... I don’t want you to stop,” I admitted, biting my lip as the heat flared in my cheeks again. “I want to be good for you, like you said.”

It felt like that should be wrong to admit, but it felt so right to say it that I couldn’t seem to stop myself. Especially not when Fletcher’s eyes flared with the same heat that had made my stomach squirm for him earlier.

He liked it, and I liked—no, I loved doing what he liked.

And when he smiled at me, then kept his eyes locked onto mine as he licked my asshole again—a long, slow, wet drag of his tongue that set nerves I hadn’t even known I had on fire—I discovered that right or wrong, I also really, really loved the feel of his hot tongue doing dirty things to me.

“So fucking good,” he murmured, doing it again. Licking and sucking. Gently biting the delicate, puckered skin down there, and sending sparks of frustrated lust through me when the stubble on his cheeks rasped against my inner cheeks.

I’d never known anything could feel like this. It was the most wonderful kind of torture I could imagine, because every decadent thing he did to my asshole made me hornier than I could ever remember being before.

And there was no way I could get hard.

“Please,” I begged again, desperately rubbing my caged cock even though that only made the need inside me feel even more urgent and out of reach. “Fletch!”

He chuckled, the vibration making me whine as more sparks shot off inside me. Then he pushed his tongue inside me.

“Oh, God,” I moaned, turning into someone I didn’t even recognize. Someone needy and demanding, with my hands fisted in his hair and my knees hooked over his shoulders, trying to pull him in. Trying to get him to... to fuck my asshole with his tongue. To get in there deeper. To give me more.

To get me off, the way he said he’d promised he would.

“Please,” I panted, shamelessly grinding my ass against his face as my dick tried its best to fill out even more, my arousal turning into something that felt like a living beast, clawing to get out of me, when the cage’s restriction made that impossible .

Fletcher sat back on his heels, rubbing my wet hole with his thumb as he grinned at me. “That’s it, baby. Show me how good I’m making you feel.”

The low rasp of his voice sent another shudder through me, one that almost drowned out my embarrassment when it hit me how out of control I’d just gotten.

Almost, but not quite.

“I’m sorry,” I whispered, the muscles in my stomach and thighs and butt still clenching and releasing, making me squirm and yearn and need. “I... I don’t know what, um, what happened. I just...”

“You just need what I’m giving you, don’t you, pretty thing?” he said, his eyes hooded and his gaze so hot it made me feel like I was going to combust. “You need me to teach you how to enjoy this cage. To reward you for wearing it a little longer, just for me. To show you how good it can be when you hand over control to the right person. The person who knows how to take care of you. Who appreciates the gift you’re giving him. Giving me.”

I nodded, beyond words. Yes. All of that. Yes, please . I wanted to be a gift to him. I’d happily stay as frustrated and horny as he wanted me to be, I wanted to be stuck forever in chastity if he asked for it, just as long as he’d keep looking at me like he was right now.

And especially if he’d keep circling my asshole with his finger the way he was, round and round, softer, then harder, making the whole area light up with a brand new, stomach-clenching kind of pleasure that was so good it could almost convince me I didn’t need my dick.

Then he grinned at me, and pushed his finger all the way inside, and for a moment, it was so intense that I forgot I even had one.

“ Fletch ,” I gasped, my body feeling both invaded and hungry for more in a confusing mix that I didn’t know what to do with.

He pulled his finger back out, frowning a little. “Lube, baby. I know that you haven’t done this before, but please tell me you have some.”

I blinked at him, trying to think through the buzz of unfulfilled need that was consuming me. “I... what?”

“Lube. Sexual lubricant. Something to slick your way when you jerk off. What do you normally use?”

He’d just had his tongue inside my asshole, he knew my dick was in a cage, but that question still made me blush like my face was on fire. “Just, um, just my hand?”

His eyebrows went up. “Really? You’ve never used lube at all?”

I shook my head, my stomach sinking. Should I have? Was I doing it wrong this whole time? Did not having any meanwas all over?

But Fletcher just winked at me, getting to his feet. “That’s okay, button. I’ll find something. Don’t move. I’m not done with you yet.”

I hoped not. In fact, with all the feelings I’d convinced myself I didn’t have back when I’d been pining for him as a kid suddenly rushing in to fill up my heart again, the truth was that I hoped…

Well, I hoped Fletcher Greene wasn’t ever going to be done with me.