Page 36 of For You, Sir

“Are you d-displeased with your bedding or mattress? I wondered why Sir always sleeps on the couch instead of his own bed.”

Sir regarded me with a thoughtful expression. We stared at each other in silence for a moment until my kettle overflowed. I shut off the tap, embarrassed.

“It’s too big,” he said finally. “It’s lonely sleeping there.”

“O-oh.” My pulse thrummed with longing. Sir and I faced one another, holding an empty glass and an over-filled kettle, respectively. “Is there anything I can do to help?”

The corner of Sir’s mouth quirked in a cheeky half-smile. “Now that you mention it, I think there is,” he said. “But it’s beyond a butler’s standard duties, so I was waiting for you to offer.”

I swallowed. Shook my head.

His smile faltered. “No?”

“You needn’t wait for permission, Sir.” My heartbeat thumped. “If you have a special request, just ask.”

“Ah. I see.” He closed the gap between us and grasped the knot of my tie, straightened it a little, then pulled it loose instead.

The musky smell of his sweat had me salivating. I dropped my eyes to his muscular shoulder caps, unable to meet his gaze. “If you ordered me, Sir… I would do it for you.”

“Oh? What a good butler,” he murmured, and pressed his mouth against mine.

I went weak-kneed at the touch of his tongue, his praise; I let them both in. Sir wrapped his arms behind my back, holding me upright, and I leaned into him, searching for deeper contact. His hard cock—hardfor me—pressed against my leg and I timidly reached down to cup it, give it a soft squeeze.

As if that was the sign he’d been waiting for, Sir shoved me against the counter, making the cabinet doors rattle.

Yes, yes!

He thrust his hips forward until my hand was caught between his erection and mine—a chaos of friction. I clutched his back and his tongue chased me down as he hastily unbuttoned my shirt.

“Let’s go,” he breathed. I didn’t have to ask where. We stumbled down the hall towards the master bedroom, undressing each other along the way.

I fell onto my back on the massive bed he never used. The down-filled comforter was so thick, it framed my peripheral vision as I sank into it. Sir loomed over me, his knees straddling my hips. His shirt was off, and I ran my hands up his sides, enjoying the ripple of his lats when he moved. He slid me farther up the bed until my head rested on a pillow and my stomach fluttered at how easily he moved me.

He kissed me and kissed me, and I loved the way his strong fingers slid up into the back of my hair, holding my head where he wanted. He worked open the front of my slacks, and I arched my hips for more contact with his firm hand. Sir indulged me, massaging my aching hardness through the silky fabric of my briefs.

I groaned, bereft, when his lips left mine and he swung his leg off me. He whisked my pants off impatiently and chucked them aside.

Then he froze. “Whoa.”

“What?” I panted, glancing down, self-conscious.

Sir was gazing at the sock garters around my calves like he’d never seen such a thing before. He clutched my ankle and lifted my foot for closer inspection. “What’re these for?”

“For… holding my socks up?” Why wasn’t he kissing me?

“Kinda hot,” he growled, sliding an experimental finger under an elastic strap. He let it snap back against my skin and explored the metal clips.

“Shall I take them off?” They seemed to distract him.

“Hell, no.” He caressed his cheek against a garter, his stubble rasping against the strap.

While he was playing with my stockings, the rest of my body sang for attention. I stripped off my shirt, hoping to reel his attention back.

Sir smiled at me wolfishly and released my foot, crawling back over me like I wanted, lingering over my nipple piercings. “But these are even hotter,” he concluded, dropping his lips over one.

My nipple stiffened in his mouth as he sucked. I writhed in his grip, thriving on the delicious pain, biting back a groan through clenched teeth.

“Don’t hold back,” he murmured into my chest. “I want to hear you.” He resumed his pleasant torture with lips and teeth.

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