Page 29 of Losing his Daddy

He hummed as he shoved more food in his mouth. I chose not to elaborate any further. While I might have wanted to share with him, I felt as if doing so would be a step too far. His experiences would directly affect us and our work life. I already guessed I’d be around to help move Danielle’s stuff out of his place, which meant being abreast of the situation. It would look very unprofessional of me to not know all the details.

But my life wasn’t up for debate or examination. It didn’t change anything between us. My past and future were two separate things altogether.

I intended to keep them that way.

Sunday endedwith Wes bidding me goodbye after giving me a key to his current residence. He asked me to arrive at seven sharp on Monday so we could get an early start. Apparently, Danielle said she’d be coming at ten with the movers and Wes wanted as much moved as possible before then.

My alarm went off at six on the dot. I shut it off quickly so as not to wake Charlie or Princess Aster from their slumber. I was still staying with them a few more nights in their guest room until Wes and I got his stuff moved over. He’d offered for me to move in ahead of him, but I’d refused. I didn’t want to be in the space alone before him. It felt too… personal.

And this was strictly business.

With a schedule to stick to, I went about getting ready for the day. After the mini makeover the other day, the guys all went intogether to get me some clothes they thought would fit my new lifestyle. It was mostly stretchy slacks that felt more like pajamas than dress pants and some comfortable button-down tops. They likely wouldn’t work all that well for housekeeping duties though. I’d have to plan backup clothes for those moments. Or maybe just an apron.

My mind filled with an image of me wearing only an apron as I dusted something on a shelf in Wes’s place as I climbed into the shower. The vision quickly changed to feature Wes sitting on the couch, arms spread wide as he watched me reach up to the spot I needed to clean.

It was a rather erotic situation to be in. One I’d never experienced in real life, nor had I ever fantasized such before. I didn’t quite know what to make of it. If I stopped to interpret things, I might have concluded I had feelings for Wes. Or at the very least, I wanted to have sex with him.

But that couldn’t be right. It wasn’t possible.

My libido didn’t work anymore. Not in the way it had before.

Before, I could get hard with a single thought ofhim. Sometimes it was just thinking of calling him by his title, and I’d be ready to bend over in an instant.

Then the sickness came. And soon after, he was gone. My coping methods only further dulled any chances I had to seek any sexual pleasure. There was the occasional random boner, but nothing that lasted. And never was it brought forth because I was attracted to someone else.

Ignoring the way my cock hardened was impossible. Besides, I was alone in the shower. It wasn’t as if anyone would know I touched myself to thoughts of Wes. Especially if I managed to keep quiet.

I bit my lip as I reached down to grab my neglected length. I rubbed gently over the smooth skin, then squeezed tight at the base. My balls begged for attention, so I tugged them a bit too.

Hot water poured over me as I reacquainted myself with my own body. It felt different this time than any other. Every inch of me felt alive, like I was one second away from catching fire despite the impossibility of such a thing.

I knew diving back into the fantasy was a bad idea. There wasn’t a single ounce of my conscious mind that would argue against it. But I wasn’t thinking with my head at that moment.

As the image returned, I stroked my cock from root to tip. Pleasure raced up my spine. It was familiar enough I could tell it wouldn’t take me long to break. My lack of orgasms made each of the few I had come quick.

In the vision, I finished the top shelf, then made my way down to the bottom. I wound up on all fours, duster in hand, as I wiggled to reach the back. My ass was on full display, while my cock was pressed tight between my legs.

The sound of footsteps echoed as I felt a presence move behind me. Wes’s voice sounded hyper realistic as he said, “Such a gorgeous view I have.” His hand ran over the curve of my backside, then he spread me open and blew against my hole.

Rapture tore through me so quickly I couldn’t hold back the low moan that slipped from my lips. At least I had the restraint to not cry out Wes’s name. It wouldn’t have been a problem in my current location, but moving in with the man and calling his name as I came might cause issues between us.

With my body sated, I worked to clean up as quickly as possible. I had no idea how long the distraction had taken me, and I didn’t want to be late my first real morning of work. This was my second chance. Ruining it because I couldn’t control my cock would be a disaster.

I stopped to grab Wes another Americano on the way, then I let myself into his place right on time. There wasn’t anyone in the areas I could see from the entry, so I called out to see where he might be.

“Mr. Joffry? Are you here?” I still wasn’t a fan of using his first name out loud, though it was fine in my head. I didn’t have a rational explanation for it. I only knew something about it bothered me.

There was no response. I worried I had the timing wrong. A glance at my watched showed I wasn’t early or anything.

Setting the coffee on the kitchen counter, I went down the hall to see if maybe he’d overslept. There was nothing to indicate Wes was even awake. I knocked on his bedroom door, my worry rising as I waited for any kind of response.

A grumble sounded out from the other side a second before the door was ripped open. “Yes?”

“Umm…” I lost my train of thought at the sight of his chest. His very delicious looking chest. One I’d really like to rub my face in and maybe fall asleep against.

Ugh. No. Bad Gerald.

“I’m here to work. For work. To start the day. You said — time.” I turned my phone his way to show the clock.

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