Page 61 of True Sight
“Yes, yes I like it when you boss me around.” His words are desperate and full of desire as he works to get me off. Glancing down, I can see his cock pressing against his pants.
“I want you to get yourself off while watching me,” I sigh, pushing his hand away. This is something I know I like and knowing I’ll get to play out this kink with him nearly sends me over the edge.
He nods again. Sitting up, he pushes the waistband of his pants down, freeing his own cock and quickly taking it in his hand. Sitting on his knees, he braces himself against the couch with one hand while playing with himself with the other. My eyes dance between how he’s getting himself off and the movement of my own hand around my cock. The sounds of our moans fill the room as we both push ourselves to the edge. Suddenly, he sits up between my legs and reaches for my face. Our lips meet again while our hands work ourselves in unison.
“Watch,” I demand, pressing our foreheads together. Our eyes cast down to our cocks which are coming closer and closer to their finish.
“I’m close,” he moans, his hand working harder and faster with each second passing.
“Be a good boy and watch as we come undone together,” I instruct and within moments, we both reach our peaks together. Our hands slow as we work to catch our breath, our foreheads still firmly pressed into one another. After giving our hearts a few moments to slow, I nudge his head and he looks at me.
“Still okay?”
Using the hand not covered in his ecstasy, he grabs the side of my neck and runs his thumb along my throat.
“I’m more than okay,” he pants before smiling. I lean into it, pressing my lips to his and kissing him through his smile.
“The ‘good boy’ was okay? And telling you?—”
“All of it was good, Henry. I liked all of it, I promise.”
“Okay, I just want to make sure it was good for you like it was good for me.”
He kisses me again before speaking. “You’re sweet, you know that?”
“Oh, sothat’swhy you call me ‘sweets,’” I joke and the sound of his laugh makes my heart flip in my chest.
“Yeah, that’s why I call you sweets,” he confirms before kissing me again and when he does, I hope he’ll never stop.
“Stay there, I’ll be right back.” He stands from the floor and disappears behind me. When he returns a few minutes later he’s carrying a washcloth and has on fresh shorts.
“What’s that for?” I ask, looking up at him.
“For you, to clean yourself up. I also put some new shorts in the bathroom for you.”
I can’t help myself from smiling at his gesture. Standing from the couch, I take the washcloth from him and pull up my joggers before leaning in and kissing him one more time.
“Now who’s the sweet one?”
“Anything for you,” he says back with a similar smile to my own. A smile that I hope I get to see for a very long time.
25
CONRAD
Once we’re both cleaned up and dressed, we spend the next few hours actually getting some work done. We finish our meeting and finalize how he wants his app to look and also come up with a new idea that will allow for his students to track their class stats right within their profiles. When I first got his email back at the start of September, I didn’t have a lot of high expectations of him and the business he was hoping to run. But week after week of having our meetings and seeing how his head works and how much passion he has for his students and classes, I know how much this all means to him. He helps people in his own way and I admire how seriously he takes that.
“How much longer do you have?” He turns around to look at me from where he is sitting on the couch. He’s just sat down for the hundredth time after running through another bout of choreography for an upcoming class. Every time he stands up, Annie stands with him at full attention, ready to play or run or go for a walk. Instead, she’s highly disappointed when he swings his arms around or gyrates hiships in a circle. Meanwhile, I sit at my desk and try not to be distracted by the show he’s putting on. Every time he gets up I look over at him and am entranced by whatever move he’s doing or how his muscles flex with his movements or by the sounds he makes. He’s kind enough to wear his headphones so his music doesn’t add to the distraction but that only helps so much.
“I’m just about done,” I drone, refusing to take my eyes from my screen. If I look over at him it will only slow me down. The work I’m doing for Henry keeps me plenty busy but I still have recurring clients who I do work for that I need to catch up on.
“Alrighty.” He sighs and looks around as if he is bored. “I guess I’ll take Annie for a run then.”
I turn my chair slowly to face him and glare. “You’re going to take her for a run?”
He’s already at the front door stepping into his tennis shoes. “Yeah? Is that okay? Poor girl looks bored out of her mind and I offered to you before that I would.”
“Sweets, you’ve been practically working out the last two hours. Now you’re going to go for a run?” There are small beads of sweat on his face from all the dancing he’s been doing and I can’t believe he wants to do more extraneous labor.
