Page 127 of Call Me Sir

He flashes me his phone. He’s literally typed “Thank you for tonight.”

“That’s it?” I ask.

“Yup.”

“That works.”

My brain is hung up on his other statement. “So you’re gonna torture me?”

The smile that strikes his face makes my body jolt in excitement. We both laugh and I fall into his lap.

The seat belt cuts into my chest and I swing it under my arm.

“Cole, that’s not safe,” Sal says, though he’s smiling and starts rubbing his thumb across my Adam’s apple.

My lips are dry and I slowly moisten them by licking them slowly. Sal shifts underneath me and his semi shifts and twitches against my ear.

“So impatient,” I scold, tsking him.

The way he hangs his head makes me break my mock scorn and giggle along with him.

As entertained as I am, I know I’m not grasping how tonight is going to play out in the slightest.

Forty Two

Sal

The night at the gala blew me away. Stepping into my old life didn’t fill my chest with dread as I expected. It was comfortable, and kind of refreshing. I was able to be openly gay and not only was I confident, but I was supported by every single individual in that room.

I’m no idiot, it won’t always be this way. However, I’m riding high. And despite my reluctance to touch Cole the way he says he wants, I’m gonna give it a go. Without hurting him, of course.

Cole sits on the couch with his legs spread, still dressed from head to toe in his gala wear. As much as I wish to tear the clothes from him, I want him to sober up a bit. And Jesus he looks so damn good in that tux.

“What?” he asks almost shyly, biting his bottom lip.

Commanding myself to keep it together, I sit beside him and push the glass of ice water toward him.

“Fine,” he grumbles, taking another long drink.

“Keep sipping.”

He rolls his eyes. It sparks something in my stomach.

In a swift motion, I drop to my knees and spread his legs. He watches with large, curious eyes.

Part of the thrill is not knowing what I’m going to do to him either. The fun is in the discovery of surprising him and making his eyes roll to the back of his head. And moaning. His moaning sets my body on fire.

Refocusing on what I’m doing, I grip both of his knees and gently knead him as I bow my head and start kissing his dick.

Quickly it goes from limp to a semi.

Parting my lips, I roll the tip of my tongue around the head of his dick.

An audible sigh leaves him.

Moving my lips around the head, I start to suck, then stop and resume making out with the outline of his dick.

“That feels so good,” he says, out of breath.

---