Page 23 of Call Me Sir

Once I’m inside, I fiddle with the Bluetooth speaker and play some bachata while I clean the dishes and place them on the rack. I put away the leftovers and notice how full of groceries his fridge is.

I guess I expected a case of beer and a block of cheese. The ultimate bachelor pad.

The patio door opens and I try to look preoccupied.

“Thank you,” Cole says, starting to wash his dish in the sink.

His eyes squint in contentment and he gives me the dopiest grin.

“For what?”

Is he blushing?

Jesus, it’s maddening.

“For feeding me. And helping me… with Danny.”

“Of course.”

There’s nothing left for me to fiddle with, so I settle with watching him.

The bright red tint doesn’t leave his cheeks. “What made you stop hating me?”

I tilt my head to the side. Hate is a strong word. Did I ever really hate Cole?

No, but something shifted.

“The day I saw the way that guy put his hands on you…”

My body moves on instinct. I step closer until I’m only half a foot away from his side.

His gaze darts to me then back to his dish that’s gotta be beyond clean at this point.

“What if I liked it?”

I set my jaw. I don’t keep my thoughts to myself. “I could do it better.”

“Prove it.”

There’s no use dwelling on whether or not what I’m doing is okay. I swivel him quick and fast, water spraying all over both of us. The faucet keeps running as I rest both of my arms on the counter on either side of him.

Pressing my waist against him, I let my erection rub against his, and bend down to let my lips hover across his skin.

A sigh of relief leaves his lips as I continue up before cutting across his Adam’s apple. Gently I suck the little lump then carry on toward the other side.

I love the little gasps that come out of him and the way his hands tentatively grip my back.

The perfect bachata song comes on and I start grinding to the music.

“Damnnn…” he mutters as I pull away and look down into those hazel eyes. “Didn’t realize I like gentle too…”

Without stopping rubbing against him, I add in a husky voice, “There’s a lot I can help you realize.”

Cole swallows and I lean down so I’m an inch from his face.

My lips hover over his but before I do what I’ve been thinking about all night, I ask him, “Do you want to learn?”

The way he’s breathing could be taken as answer enough. Or the way he digs his fingertips into my back as I flex my dick against his.

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