Page 43 of Surrender

“It’s intentionally form-fitting on me, so it totally works on you.” I reached for another box and asked, “What’s your shoe size?”

“Fourteen.”

“Me, too.”

After I found him a pair of Italian loafers and a belt, I unpacked my ties and helped him select one. “You’re all set,” I said. “What time are you meeting your dad?”

“At eight.”

“Good. Then we have plenty of time to go home and iron your outfit.”

He glanced at me as he took off the suit and shirt and returned them to their hangers. When he did it again, it became clear he was trying to get up the nerve to say something. Finally, he mumbled, “I don’t suppose… I mean, feel free to say no, but do you think you might want to come to dinner with my dad and me tonight?”

“I’d love to, but are you sure I wouldn’t be intruding?”

“You wouldn’t be, but I shouldn’t have asked. It would be awkward for you.”

“It’ll be fine. I’m good at small talk, and if I can act as a buffer between you and your father, then I’m happy to help.”

Tracy grabbed me in a hug and murmured, “Thank you.”

He was dressed in nothing but a pair of briefs, and without thinking about it, I ran my hands down his back and nuzzled his cheek. In response, he planted a kiss on me. I hadn’t been expecting that since we’d always saved this stuff for our nightly meetups in the living room, but I wasn’t about to complain.

Instead, I deepened the kiss and felt Tracy’s entire body respond. He grabbed onto me and rubbed his cock against mine through a few layers of fabric while I slid my hands lower and cupped his ass. When he whispered, “I want you so fucking bad, Ever,” it drove me wild.

My couch was nearby, and after I tossed aside its moving blanket covering, I playfully pushed Tracy onto it. Then I stripped off his briefs before climbing on top of him. I was fully dressed while he was totally naked, and I thought that contrast was a huge turn-on.

He obviously did, too, judging by the way he writhed beneath me as I licked and kissed his chest. When I grabbed his hands and pinned them to the sofa on either side of his head, he murmured, “Fuck, yes.”

I told him, “Don’t move from that position,” and a soft moan slid from his lips. It was so satisfying to watch him throughout all of this. It was the only time he dropped his guard and let go of some of his self-consciousness.

I used his precome as lube as I began to jerk him off. Over the past couple of weeks I’d been learning exactly what he liked, and edging him always produced a huge reaction. I brought him to the brink twice, easing him down again before finally bending down and sucking him. Moments later, he cried out, arching off the couch as he shot down my throat.

Even though he was thoroughly wiped out afterwards, he murmured, “Your turn,” and started to sit up.

I gently pushed him back down and wrapped myself around him, since it was cold in here. “Just relax, baby. We’ll worry about me next time.”

“What time is it?”

“It’s probably five-thirty. The construction crew works seven to four on Fridays, and it’s been about ninety minutes since Steve took off.”

“Don’t you have your phone?”

“No, it’s on my desk.”

“Are you okay?”

“I’m fine. Why do you ask?”

A teasing grin curled the corner of Tracy’s mouth. “I don’t think you’ve ever been more than two feet from your phone before.” I chuckled at that, and when he said, “We should get going,” I got up and retrieved his clothes.

He pulled his phone from the pocket of his jeans and checked the time, and I asked, “Was I right?”

“Yes. It’s exactly five-thirty.”

“I’m going to go get my things and shut off the lights. I’ll be back in five minutes.”

By the time I returned, Tracy was fully dressed and gathering the suit and the rest of his outfit for that evening. As I selected a suit for myself, he asked, “Are you absolutely sure you want to come along?”

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