Page 21 of True for You

“You know,” Christopher murmurs, his voice suddenly sounding more shy than I’ve ever heard it.

“Yeah?”

“I could uh, you know. I could show you how good I am at my job.”

My heart skips a beat and I almost choke on my own spit. Oh fuck. I look down, seeing the way my cock is jutting out in my jeans just at the mere mention of hearing Christopher talk dirty to me. Holy fuck.

I clear my throat before answering. “I mean, I wouldn’t be opposed to that.”

Christopher hums. “And because you’re my mate, I won’t even charge you, handsome.”

Oh god. Christopher is going to be the death of me. It’s going to be the most embarrassing death. Death by arousal. They’ll have to bury me further down in the dirt than usual because my dick will be standing straight up in the air.

Apparently that visual is the one thing that can tamper my arousal, the fog clearing enough to get with the program and answer Christopher.

“Uh, yeah. Yeah, that sounds good. Like a stellar deal really.”

“You’re so weird.”

“I know,” I murmur, smiling so wide my cheeks hurt, a thrill going through me. “But youlove me.”

Christopher hums in agreement, sounding so in control despite the way my insides are turning flips inside of me. Nerves and excitement mix together, and I just barely keep myself from literally shaking. “Are you in your bedroom?”

“No,” I confess with an awkward chuckle, “I kinda got distracted by the idea of having phone sex and forgot I probably shouldn’t do that while standing in my kitchen.”

This time I hear a giggle come through my phone and I can’t stop myself from smiling from ear to ear, I shift from foot to foot, overcome with a newfound energy at this turn of events. “Get to your bedroom, silly. And get naked right away. That’ll make things easier once we start.”

I swallow thickly. “Okay,” I tell him, walking towards my bedroom, a little pep in my step. My cock is already full, straining against the front of my jeans with anticipation. Part of me wants to reach down and squeeze myself through my jeans, but the bigger part of me wants to keep my hands off of my cock, knowing the anticipation will make things so much better in the end.

As quickly as I can get my hands to work despite the way they shake, I strip out of my clothes. And then like a giddy child Ileapup onto my bed, excitement welling up inside of me, threatening to escape my throat in the form of uncontrollable giggles. I keep them in. Just barely.

After clearing my throat and calming myself down, I speak, keeping my tone as neutral as possible. “Okay, I’m ready.”

“Oh yeah? Are you in your bed, all stretched out and naked for me?”

I bite my bottom lip so hard I’m worried it might actually bruise. What would my coworkers think if I came in with a blue bottom lip? But god, there’s just something about Christopher’s voice like this that’s completely blindsiding me and making my stomach swoop. It’s all breathy while also being determined and in control. Fuck.

“Yes,” I breathe, cursing the way the single word is stuttered out.

Christopher hums and even that sound goes straight to my cock, making it throb. “I bet you look amazing. I might be ace but I can still appreciate just how fucking gorgeous you are, Parker. All lean muscles and dark looks.”

My head is dizzy with lust, my body coming alive with every word my mate whispers. We’ve only just begun and already I feel on the edge of coming. Christopher has me wrapped so tightly around his finger and if I’m honest, there’s no place I’d rather be. He can have me any way he wants me. I gladly give myself over to him.

“I have to admit, I’ve never actually done this before, baby.”

“I’m happy to pop your phone sex cherry.” I let out an obnoxious groan that makes him giggle. “Sorry.”

“You’re not,” I say with a smile. “But that’s okay. I’ll happily give you this cherry to pop.”

Another giggle fills my ears. “Doing this with you is so much better than with my clients. I bet that’s how it is with you too, right? It just comes so much easier when it’s just the two of us and I don’t have to put on a show.”

“I feel the same way. Sure, fucking is fucking, but itisdifferent. There’s no emotion behind it when I’m at work. Right now with you I feel so connected.”

“Alright, alright. I don’t wanna ruin the moment talking about work,” Christopher says with a snort, getting us back on track. He clears his throat, getting that serious tone back. “If I was there with you right now, what would you do?”

I don’t even have to think about my answer before I’m blurting it out. “I would pull you into my bed and kiss you.”

“Mmm. Your kisses are the best. On my lips. And my cheek. Down my throat. Maybe even down my chest and onto my belly.”

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