Page 42 of Call Me Sir

I give him a placating smile. “And you’ll never hear me say it again.”

He laughs then we find something else to watch.

I put on a movie and I have to reprimand myself damn near through the entire thing.

All I can think about is inching my hand down to his ass and slipping a finger in. Or rolling down my pants and gently easing my dick into his mouth while playing with his messy hair.

Instead, I hold a tight grip on my desire and snuggle him as I promised. I can tell he hasn’t been loved properly in a while and while I can’t give it to him for the long run, I can treat him like my prince and show him what he deserves.

The movie ends and I have to lean to the side to see if he’s still awake as he stopped wiggling twenty minutes ago.

I’m admiring the way he lays there peacefully, his mouth quirking up to the side.

Should I leave him here and tuck him in?

Before I can decide, he jumps up and licks the tip of my nose!

“What the hell!”

And in a split second he’s tearing away and giggling as he runs to the bedroom.

What is happening?

Doesn’t matter, I’m intrigued.

Jumping to my feet, I slip on the hardwood floor and chase after him.

“You’ll pay for that!” I yell as he slams the door against my arms.

“If you can get me!” He taunts.

Inch by inch I get the bedroom door open and when his weight is finally off, he squeals and dives onto the bed. I follow him and try to tear the blanket off him.

Like two childhood friends, I find myself trying to tickle him.

“Stop!” He says between fits of laughter as I jab my fingers in his armpits and once I stop doing that, he fights back by licking my cheek of stubble or digging his fingertips into my ribs.

“I guess you want more, don’t you?”

We’re like children headbutting one another and cackling in laughter when one is tickled mercilessly.

At some point, I’ve got him on his back and am straddling his stomach trying to pin down his flailing limbs. I grab one of his thighs and squeeze from the top down to his knee and it really gets him yelling.

“Mercy!”

“No,” I reply steadily.

“Mercy, please Torey!”

The nickname does something to me and makes me hesitate. It then lights a fire in my stomach. A fire that threatens to rage across my entire body.

Pinning both his arms above his head, shimmy down a little and press my hard dick against his. My voice is all gravely as I stare him in the eyes and tell him, “I won’t show you any mercy tonight whatsoever.”

His body quivers beneath me followed by the escape of a little breath.

“What is the safe word?”

I love the way his throat bobs when he swallows hard. “Waffles.”

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