“I feel good,” I admitted and glanced at the floor. “But, I—”
Russell’s mouth was on mine before I could tell him that some of my pre-cum landed on his floor. While his hand that held my head still gripped me a little tighter, his hand moved from my stomach to my dick. As his tongue pushed mine around, his firm hand stroked my shaft.
“Mmm,” I began to moan into his mouth.
I pushed my hips forward, hoping to get more. He had turned me into a greedy man. Everything felt right, though. My back was warm and some of my muscles ached already, but fuck, it felt so good. I felt relaxed and warm. For a moment, I flashed on what it would be like to live with this every day.
Russell’s deep, calm laugh vibrated in my mouth.
“You like that, don’t you, my boy?” he said in a tone that was just above a whisper.
“Mmhmm,” I playfully confirmed against his mouth.
Russell pulled back and when he let go of my hair, he gave the back of my head a pat. He let go of my dick and reached up to release the cuffs from the overhead bar and frame. Though I felt the physical loss of the connection, he kept his eyes on me.
Had the spot of my pre-cum dried on his floor?
Just as I dropped my eyes from Russell to check on the floor, he caught me.
“Ah!” he said and I immediately looked at him. “Eyes on me, Ryan. That’s all you need to be concerned with.”
I nodded and said, “Yes, Sir.”
Russell’s serious face relaxed and a smile spread across his face as he unbuckled the cuffs on my wrist. He let them fall to the ground and then began rubbing on my wrists.
“You have no idea what that does to me, Ryan.” Russell just stared at me while he rubbed and massaged my hands and forearms. “Hearing you say ‘yes, Sir’ is like throwing gasoline onto a fire. That phrase from your mouth, consumes me.”
I looked him in the eyes and said something that I had felt for a long time. Maybe even since the very start of when he started working with me. But I had never said it to him, but I felt it was the time and it just naturally tumbled out.
“Everything you say and do, consumes me, Russell.”
I stood still with my mouth frozen open, surprised that I was finally able to say it.Finally.Russell pressed his lips against mine again.
“I love you so much, and am grateful you are mine, Ryan.”
He pulled away from me again, leaving me naked, cold and vulnerable at the loss of connection.
“Follow me, my boy.”
I followed him down the hall to his room and then onto his bathroom. By the time we got there, I could feel myself beginning to shiver. I felt my arms while he turned on the shower water; I had goosebumps.
Why does this happen?
I’m happy with him and being around him, so why does the chill come sometimes and not others?
If he sees them, will he think that I don’t like something?
If he sees me shiver will he think that he upset me?
Will he think that maybe we’re not good together if I still seem to get like this?
Did Claire get like this?
Would I have to compete with Claire for his time?
Russell turned around from the raised tiled area that led into his large shower and began to unbutton his cuffs. He walked towards me slowly while he continued to unbutton his shirt and untuck it from his pants. I stood awkwardly in front of him and focused on his chest. It was like he knew.How does he always fucking know everything?
“It was a long walk, hmm, my boy?”
