Page 24 of Call Me Sir

His voice is utterly breathless as he says, “Yes, sir.”

The answer should serve as a reminder that what we’re doing is highly inappropriate. A red light.

Instead, it triggers a burning desire and I grab the base of his neck with one hand and use the other to grab his hip and press my lips to his.

It starts like a fire lit with lighter fluid, hot and fast.

One moment we’re kissing with the water still running, the next I shut it off and start stripping his pants away.

The one good thing about his joggers is they’re easy to tear away, along with his plaid boxers. I’d say it’s an odd choice, but they look good on him.

Dropping to my knees, I grip his hard dick.

It’s rewarding to watch his eyes roll to the back of his head from the smallest things.

With one hand I stroke his dick, occasionally licking the head which starts to drip with precum.

“Ohhh,” he says, gripping the counter.

Biting back a grin, I devour his dick, sucking it in from the tip all the way to the base.

“Fuck!”

I can’t stop the smile spreading across my face, but I quickly get back to work, sucking until his dick is nestled in the back of my throat. I let it sit there for a few seconds. The way his cock twitches in my mouth I know he’s trying to anticipate what’s to come. I don’t make him wait for long as I suck hard and fierce.

One of his hands tightly grips my head and digs into my hair. I groan when I picture how good it would feel if I let my curls grow up.

Pulling my head back, he lets go and I let his dick spring from my mouth with a loud pop.

Cole throws his head back and I grin knowing the furrow of his brows and the way he bites his bottom lip is a mix of longing and frustration.

“I was so damn close,” he whispers.

“Can’t let you go just yet,” I say, licking the head of his nice, throbbing dick.

He takes in a deep breath and peers down at me with those pretty eyes. I want to make those eyes flutter closed a hundred more times. I want his toes to curl from the way I touch him and his balls to ache from how many times I make him cum.

“I’m going to wreck you, if you let me.”

The word is barely audible as he whispers, “Yes…”

Six

Cole

After the kitchen session, I wondered if Sal was going to tie me up and whip me. Or take me to the balcony and fuck my brains out. Instead, he stood up and wrapped his arms around me.

Now we stand leaning against one another swaying to the music. It’s not what I’m used to, but it’s pretty.

Slowly his hands wander to my ass. Gently kneading my cheeks, he drags one finger between them. I lean into his touch, excitement bouncing around in my chest.

He’s so unpredictable, yet kind in every way he touches me.

My dick rests between his swaying thighs, hard as hell.

All thoughts of my hard on disappear as he sucks on one finger then circles my asshole.

As if it’s my first time, he takes his time working the tip of his finger inside me. Danny’s finger is wider, but the way he works himself into me, I feel like I’ve been fucking an idiot.

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