“Oh, God, is that one of your fantasies?”
“Yes.” He looks surprised by my response. “Is that weird?”
“A little, but it’s cute. You're too adorable.” I offer a peck on his lips. “But before we get to any of that, we have some real work to get done…”
His gaze drifts to the floor, like he’s disappointed by my response.
“Fuck it,” I say before pushing him back against the door.
I tug at the hem of his shirt, practically peeling it off his sweat-soaked body.
“We just need to get some of this out of the way so you can’t distract me with that perky ass of yours.”
I undo his belt and unfasten his fly before yanking his pants down with his briefs, revealing his full erection.
“God, how the fuck am I going to be able to work when I know I could be sucking on this beautiful dick?” I ask him. “Gonna have to go hours without violating you.”
“Hours? I don’t know if I can handle that.”
I shake my head. “I was going to suck you off, but now that you’re talking stupid, I think you need a dick in your mouth.”
I step back, undo my pants, then pull them down, and without question or hesitation, Scott gets on his knees and starts servicing me.
“That’s fucking right,” I tell him as I thread my fingers through his hair.
He deep-throats my dick with that skill he’s always eager to demonstrate, one I kind of which I could give him in return. I need to step up my game with him. There are so many things he’s so much better at. And I pay attention as he takes my dick so that I can show him the same pleasure when the roles are reversed.
27
It’s seven in the morning, but I feel pretty damn chipper. Between last night and this morning’s fuck sessions with Mikey, I think that I’ll be able to hold off needing sex for at least a few hours, maybe until we break for lunch. We can’t start work until nine because of the homeowner’s association regulations, so we review plans together in the kitchen, Mikey’s hand on my leg stroking gently as he reviews what needs to be removed and fixed. When we can start working, he walks me through how to repair the studs. He demonstrates as he removes one, replaces it, then nails it in. I start to show him my work on another when he eyes me uneasily as I hammer.
“What is it?” I ask.
“It's nothing. Just watch me.”
He slides between me and the stud I’m working on—so now it’s the stud working on a stud.
“This is a little trick that's gonna help you,” he says. “When you’re hammering…” He slides a couple of nails from a pouch in his tool belt before placing one between his lips and the other up against the board. “Youhammer a nail like this.” He taps lightly until the nail goes in. He takes the other out of his mouth and positions it. “This is how you hammer a nail.” He lifts the hammer and drives it forward. Hard. It goes right into the board.
“Gotta be careful not to top like that,” I say. “You gotta ease a guy into that.”
“You haven’t complained yet.”
He lifts my chin with his finger and kisses me.
“God-fucking-dammit,” he says as he pulls away. I’m confused until he looks down at the bulge in his pants. “Guess lunch is going to come sooner than I was thinking.”
“Something’s gonna be coming soon, that’s for sure.”
He smiles. “You keep distracting me, and we’re never going to get this done.”
Not a problem for me, considering I’d be happy if we could keep this up for a lot longer.
We work until lunchtime, making steady progress, but I can tell I’m moving a lot slower than him. I don’t want to rush anything and do a bad job, but I don’t want to be the guy holding us up either. The only guy who should be holding something up is Mikey, and that thing should be me while he’s driving that cock into me. “I feel like I'm sweating a lot more than you,” I tell him as we enter the kitchen.
Mikey opens the refrigerator and grabs two beers. “That's 'cause you are.” Mikey twists the cap off of one and hands it to me. “And not even just now. You're always like this in the bedroom. I don't get how a person can sweat that much.”
“I don't hear you complaining.”
