Page 66 of Call Me Sir

I didn’t realize I was letting out little whimpers but it only increases as he runs a hand through my damp hair. He’s touching me but consuming me with his eyes when our gazes lock.

“Fuck, Torey.”

My eyes roll to the back of my head as he strokes me at a tantalizing pace.

The pace quickens and I have to grip the shower walls.

I want to lean forward and kiss him but I simply stand still and let him touch me knowing I’m too sick to do more.

Eyeing up his boxers, my mouth waters at the sight of his dick straining in those little black boxers.

A fresh wave of exhaustion shoots through my body.

“I can’t… I don’t think…”

The words won’t come out.

“Should I stop?” He asks, his grip loosening.

“No!”

He chuckles then gently rubs his entire hand up and down and around my dick.

It feels so good.

But my body is beat. In a bad way.

“I’m… too tired…”

Immediately he stops.

“It’s okay,” he says soothingly when I meet his gaze, regret jabbing at me.

His dark eyes are full of that hungry passion. I want him to devour me, I want him to let that huge cock spring free from his boxers. I want him to shove me against the wall and rub our dicks together in long strokes with his hand while the other pins me to the wall above my head.

The little day dream ends when he gently glides a hand across my body from head to toe to clean off the suds.

Grabbing me by the elbow, he leads me out of the shower and in front of the mirror.

His muscles bunch and relax as he dries me off from head to toe. It’s embarrassing but I’m out of breath and have to hang onto the edge of the counter.

“Almost done,” he says in the most soothing voice. “Come on.”

Then I’m sitting on my bed as he clicks on the lamp and pulls a large white tee over my head. I’m being tucked in and he leaves to turn out the overhead lights.

“Are you leaving?” I ask.

Then I hear the front door lock closed. I almost think he’s left until he shuffles back into my room.

“I’ll leave in the morning after you wake up.” He parks himself in the chair. The offer is kind. Way more than I deserve. But I want more. Need more.

“Lay with me.”

His head tilts to the side as if I’m crazy.

Maybe I am.

“Please. I promise I won’t grind on your dick.”

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