Page 123 of In Plain Sight

He spread his thighs a bit wider, looking so hot I had to actively stop myself from getting up and crawling to him.

“Take off your clothes.”

I swallowed at his command and quickly tugged my hoodie off.

“Slower,” he instructed, his voice that low, rumbling purr that drove me crazy. “Put on a show for me. Let me see how much you want this.”

My hands shaking with anticipation, I slid my t-shirt up, moving inch by inch. His eyes were glued to my stomach, then my pecs, his expression hungry as I slowly pulled it off.

When he didn’t give me any further instructions, I dropped the shirt to the floor and undid my jeans.

He watched my every move, casually sipping his drink and looking like the sex god he was as I pushed my jeans down my legs. When they were off, I tugged off my socks and reached for my underwear.

“Stop.”

I froze, my thumbs hooked into the waistband of my boxer briefs and waited for further direction.

“Touch yourself. Show me how you do it when you’re alone.”

I swallowed hard. I felt vulnerable and exposed, but at the same time, cherished and desirable. It was confusing, but the massive bulge in my briefs couldn’t hide how into this I was.

“Remember your colors,” he said. “Use them if you need to.”

“I will, I promise.”

“Now show me what you like.” He settled back in his chair and took a sip from his glass.

Something about him being fully clothed and enjoying a drink while I was almost naked and on display for him was insanely hot. I loved having his attention on me, and I really loved being good for him.

“Close your eyes,” he said in that soft purr that was somehow both insanely arousing and incredibly soothing. “Relax and pretend you’re alone.”

I did and rubbed my hand over my stomach, moving in slow circles as my nerves woke up.

“That’s it,” he encouraged. “Show me what makes you feel good.”

I let out a little sigh and spread my legs for him. My cock was aching with need, but I ignored it and ran my hands over my chest.

The rustling sounds of him shifting in his seat made me smile. Zander had a thing for my pecs, and knowing I was affecting him with such a simple move was incredibly empowering.

It was hard to explain, but giving Zander control like this never made mefeelsubmissive. I always felt like an equal partner when we were together, and knowing that I had the power to stop things with a single word made it easy to let go and trust him to give me what I needed.

I’d spent the entire drive to my building and the short walk to Zander’s house in a state of utter confusion. The fallout from my near panic attack had been mitigated by Zander’s help and his suggestion that Asa and I redo the inventory.

Talking with Asa and joking about random things had been exactly what I needed to ignore the lingering turmoil in my head. I’d managed to push my worries and the million things that seemed to be hanging over me aside for an hour and hang out with my friend.

I would have been fine if that was the only thing that happened tonight, but talking to Dean had been too much. In the moment, it felt great, and I didn’t regret it, but my balls-to-the-wall approach to dealing with my problems wasn’t always the best strategy for my mental health, and I felt the crash coming as soon as I left Dean’s apartment.

I hadn’t planned on jumping Zander the second we got to my place, but holding his hand as we walked to my door had been the proverbial straw that broke the camel’s back.

It had been a long-ass time since I’d had someone I could engage in casual intimacy with, and something as simple as holding his hand while we walked sent a pang of longing through me at the same time it helped soothe some of the noise in my head.

All of that had culminated in an intense need to show him how much he meant to me. To show him how much I loved him and let him know I was in this for the long haul, even if we could never have more than we did right now.

The creak of the chair settling brought me back to reality, and I cracked one eye open.

Zander was leaning forward, his hungry eyes glued to where I was still teasing my pecs and gently running my fingers over my nipples.

Stifling a grin, I lightly traced my fingertips down my stomach and over my length. The gentle touch sent a shiver of awareness through me, and I let out a low, shameless moan and gripped my cock, squeezing tight around the material of my briefs.

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