Page 20 of Loving Leo

“Maybe roll up your sleeves and show me your forearms?”

His jaw clicks as he clenches his teeth.

I’m not winning this at all. He’s giving me nothing, not even a fucking inch.

I hear his phone buzz in the other room and his gaze moves from mine to his desk. My hand is working frantically, up and down my shaft, but nothing’s happening. I’m not even close yet.

He steps away, checking his phone and then returns a minute later, his face full of frustration.

“You okay?” I ask and he doesn’t say a word, just glances at my lack of progress and then steps toward me.

I let out a whimper when his hand reaches out and grabs onto my dick, squeezing it a little too hard for my liking, but I’m not deterred in the slightest.

“What are you doing?”

“Getting you off so I can go home.”

I make a little squeak and then a loud moan when he gets to work, his hand pumping up and down my hard cock as I’m left to just watch, my eyes bouncing between his face and his fingers, each wrapped so tightly around my length.

I don’t know what’s happening, can’t quite comprehend this. All I know is he’s managed to keep his face out of the frame and will go unrecognized, while my fans will eat this up.

Not that I much care about that.

I just love feeling him touching me.

“I know you can get off faster than this,” he grumbles and then changes his position, his thumb rolling up and down the vein on the underside of my dick. My eyes roll back in my head and a few seconds later, I erupt, cum splashing against his wrist and dribbling onto the floor.

He continues to stroke me through each trembling wave and when I finally pop my eyes open, he’s pulling his fingers from me, one at a time. Slowly. His eyes not leaving my face.

“Clean up and get out,” he says lowly, but I hear the rasp in his voice. I can’t help but let my gaze wander down to his crotch and see the outline of his bulge pressed against the fabric.

“Want me to get you off too?”

“And be a monetary gain for you and your fans? No. I’d rather not.”

He walks to the sink and washes his hands before striding out of the bathroom, not even looking back.

I do the same, quickly wiping everything up and putting myself back in my pants. I end the video and shove my phone in my pocket, walking out into his office, feeling alittle sheepish.

That was a bad idea. I shouldn’t have done that. I always do things like this and end up in trouble.

I open my mouth to apologize, but he stops me with a wave of his hand.

“Don’t apologize. We’ll pretend that never happened. Can you do that?”

I shake my head and then nod, unsure of what that means. He wants me to pretend he didn’t touch my dick? I don’t know if that’s possible.

“I’m not interested in men. I’m really not. And I’m definitely not interested in you. I’m just overly tired and want to go home,” he says, looking far too serious.

“Yeah, of course. I never thought that meant anything.”

“Good. Now, get your things and let’s go.”

I nod and grab my cart and bag, following him out of his office and watching as he locks it up.

We stand there for a moment, the two of us facing off in some unknown battle.

“See you tomorrow?” I ask and he lowers his chin just an inch, sighing loudly.

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