Page 19 of Beau Pair
This feels so good. Too good. If only Gordon was here to lick me clean, it would be so much better.
I gasp, my stomach clenching, and my cum shoots out onto the floor. I have to put all my strength into my arms on the washing machine to keep me standing because I feel weak.
It takes several moments to compose myself, catch my breath, and clean up, but when I do—dumping Gordon’s underwear back in the basket and putting my dirty clothes in on the regular cycle—I leave the utility room and almost have a heart attack.
“Hey, Beau. Are… are you okay?” Gordon asks from the kitchen island, making himself a sandwich.
“Yeah, yes. I… umm… I was doing my laundry,” I tell him, and it’s a struggle to speak. “What are you doing here? I thought you finished late on Mondays.”
Gordon smirks and lifts the sandwich in his hand.
“I had a gap, so I thought I’d come home and check on you guys. See how you’re getting on. But I see you wiped Elsie out already. I was just making myself some lunch before I’ve got to go again. Are you sure you’re okay? You look like you’ve seen a ghost.”
No. I haven’t seen a ghost, but if I could die right about now, it would save me the embarrassment.
Did he hear me beating off? He must have heard me. It’s only a door separating the utility room from the rest of the floor.
Oh dear Lord. What he must think of me?
Forget dying. If the earth could open up, that would be better. Save me the mortification of dying in his arms.
