" True to form, Tom reached around to torture him, playing with his cockhead, running a finger around the crown. “Gonna come if you do that,” Prophet told him, his voice husky to his own ears. “Not allowed to,” Tom reminded him. “Then don’t fucking touch me.” “You’re not making these rules, bébé. "

― S.E. Jakes , Not Fade Away (Hell or High Water, #3.5)