Page 137 of Call Me Sir

“Mm mm,” he moans but it’s muffled greatly by his hand.

“Good boy,” I say, pecking his neck.

When I stand upright, I alternate between pulling all the way out and a faster rotation. Chills spread across my body. I’m not going to last long at all.

Cole starts pumping his dick and throws his head back. His other hand drops and he starts moaning so fucking loud.

Keeping to my promise, I use my right hand to slap his ass.

“Ow!” He whines. But he doesn’t use the word.

I leave it at though, not wanting to draw more attention to us from anyone walking by.

Cole moans a little and I can tell by the way his hips jerk that he’s cumming. Watching him lose control undoes me. My balls tug and the orgasm rips through my body, my load pumping into his tight ass.

This feels different then other ones and a moan threatens to burst from my mouth. Instead, I mumble.

“Fuck..” I say through clenched teeth.

Cole slumps in front of me and I pull my dick from his ass.

Ready to collapse, I pull him inside, clean us up at the sink, then tuck us into bed. He’s limp as I turn off the light and pull him into my arms.

“Are you alright?” I ask, unable to keep my eyes open.

“Oh yeah,” he answers, nuzzling into my neck.

Forty Five

Cole

Taking a deep breath of the late morning air, I watch the city moving around down below. It’s amazing how many people are out and about on a sunny Sunday morning.

I suppose it’s one of the few we have left as fall is here. A cool breeze glides across my skin and moves the hair from my face.

It was strange waking before Sal. While I hated leaving his warmth, the morning beckoned me.

The conversation with Sal last night touched me in a way I hadn’t expected. The future isn’t something I wanted to think about. My stupid, hopeless romantic heart begged for what I have now, but I never saw it coming true.

What other dreams are within my grasp that I didn’t think were possible?

Sipping my iced water, I watch a couple jogging together. I can picture Sal and I doing that together. There isn’t much I can’t picture.

My mind wanders from unfulfilled dreams of being a chef to the farmers market we’re going to go to together.

Will things be different now that everyone knows we’re together?

For the best, I tell myself. Now that I actually know the people I work with, and care for them.

A warmth fills my chest. I need to schedule some time to hang with Tony.

Picking my phone from the table, I decide to text him.

Me: How’s Bella doing after last night?

It’s only a minute before my phone buzzes.

Tony: So good! She ended up drinking more and dancing! Were you guys gone pretty quick?

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