He nervously licks his lips and meets my gaze. “I…don’t know what to do next,” he finally whispers, as if afraid someone will overhear us.
I take his bag from him and set it aside. Bracing my left hand on the wall behind him, over his right shoulder, I lean in close.
He doesn’t pull away.
“We can talk,” I softly say, barely a whisper. “Or we can do more. How much more depends on you and what you want. I’m clear, and I have lube and condoms.”
His nostrils flare as he processes my offer.
He gives me a tentative nod. I suppose this is truly the moment our dynamic started, the pattern of him wanting me to order and push because he’s rarely brave enough to ask, but I didn’t recognize it as such at the time.
I arch an eyebrow at him. “More?”
Another nod.
I brace my other hand over his left shoulder and now he’s caged by my body. There’s a heady mix of fear and lust rolling off him in absolutely sinful waves. I want to bathe in that and him all night long. My cock grows thick and presses against my zipper in my slacks. It takes every ounce of willpower I have not to grind against him.
Leaning close enough our lips could brush against each other if I go any farther, I say, “For this weekend, you can call meSir.I don’t have anywhere to be until work on Monday morning. If you’d like to spend the weekend here, with me, I’d like to have you.”
“Yes, Sir,” he whispers. “Please.”
“You ever been with a guy before?”
“Once, years ago. In college. We blew each other.” He sucks in a deep breath. “But I’ve always fantasized about…more than that. I don’t just mean sex.”
Please please pleeeeease…“More?”
He stares into my eyes. “Having a Sir.”
My inner sadist sits up, stretches, and lets out a silent, hungry growl. “Then kiss me, boy.”
I wasn’t expecting him to grab the lapels of my blazer and haul me against his body like a drowning man. He kisses me with a sweet and needy hunger that sets my cock howling for relief.
I guess I know what I’ll be doing for the next forty-eight hours.
Or, rather,whoI’ll be doing.
Whether Elliot still wants me by the time Monday morning rolls around…
I guess we’ll find out. If it’s up to me, he’s never going to be with another man.
Much less anyone else.
Chapter Four
Now
It’s nearly eleven in the morning when the kids finish playing outside with Pecan. I help verify they’ve turned off the tortoise cam before they load Pecan into his wagon and we head inside.
While we await the elevator, I drop back and turn to one of the agents on duty today.
“Is Plumber still on-site?”
He speaks into his radio and, a moment later, he nods.
I’m torn between feeling shitty about how I treated Elliot this morning, while also wishing I’d awakened him by dumping a glass of cold water on him.
The perfect real-life metaphor.
