Page 99 of Call Me Sir

The words that come out next throw me off even more. “I love you, Cole.”

I can’t explain why I’m too stunned to speak, but I expect him to be offended or demand I say it back.

Instead, he smiles and gently lowers me to the floor.

Snagging a pillow from the couch, he props it under my head and spreads my legs.

I watch as he sprawls half over my legs, half on the floor.

Kissing my dick, I accidentally giggle and I love how he looks up at me with dark, sparkling eyes.

They seem a softer shade of brown tonight.

Gently, he strokes my dick before putting it in his mouth. Then rubs his strong hands across my thighs and stomach. He’s sucking me without using his hands and my eyes roll to the back of my head.

While what he’s doing makes my dick happy, a comfort settles over my chest, I wonder what it is.

Fuck.

The orgasm tears through me and my body seizes up, my legs squeezing his head.

When I look down, he’s got his hand around his dick, cum dripping from between his fingers.

Laying my head back, we lock gazes for a moment before we get up from the floor.

Panic starts to prick my chest.

Love. That’s a huge, scary word. It’s not that I’m afraid to commit, but I’m worried he’s not ready.

If I say it back will it sound cheesy?

Fleeing to my room, I throw on a large tee and crawl into bed.

I listen to the sound of him washing his hands in the sink. Then foot steps to the living room. Light switches flick off and I hear him approach the room.

“Did I scare you away?” He asks.

I lean backward to see him standing in the doorway, only the light from the hallway illuminating him.

“No.”

Though he did describe it pretty well. At least that’s what it looks like.

“Can I join you?”

“Duh, of course.”

Turning off the hallway light, he crosses the room and joins me.

Even if he thinks I won’t say it back, he wraps his arms around me and spoons me. I turn to him and press into his side.

My hands glide across his bare chest, I love the way it feels.

I love how strong he is, yet how gentle he is. I love that he babies me even when I’m bratty to him.

I love how kind he is, even when he doesn’t show it to others. I love how ridiculous he is sometimes over silly things.

“I love you too.”

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