“I know, and this is one of those times when I need you to believe that I know what I'm talking about. Someday, you'll understand more, but their stories aren’t mine to tell.”
“Okay. Then I will trust you.” He rested his head on my shoulder. “I should probably be happy you won’t tell me. That means you won’t tell themabout meeither.”
“Never,” I promised him. I pressed my lips to his, dragging my tongue over the seam of his lips. He shivered, barely able to contain himself. “You like that, don't you?”
“Need more,” he pleaded, burying his face in the crook of my neck as if he wanted to climb inside of me. He was so turned on, I wasn’t sure he even realized he was rambling. “I wanted to jerk off in the shower, thinking about what you're going to do to me. I don’t even have to tell you the dirty things I want to try, it’s like you can see inside my head.”
“And did you touch yourself?” I asked, keeping my voice stern.
“No, Sir.”
“And why not?” He moaned when I twisted my fingers through the back of his hair.
“Because you told me I have to wait,” he sighed.
“Good boy.” It felt so damn natural to praise him.
“And are you wearing anything under that towel?” I reached between our bodies, tracing my finger down the center of his torso until I hooked it into the top of the towel.
“You told me not to.” His hips rocked, desperately seeking friction I wasn’t ready to give him yet.
“And you listened to me,” I mused, a bit shocked. Until a few hours ago, I’d assumed we’d have to drag him into the bedroom kicking and screaming as he held onto every last ounce of control.
I slid my hand past the edge of his towel, pausing long enough to give him a chance to protest. When he didn't, I opened the towel and let it drop to the floor. Zach’s erection bounced up to hit his flat abs, a drop of pre-cum already glistening from the tip.
“Damn, you said you needed this, but I don't think either of us realize just how much you hurt,” I mused, dragging the tip of my index finger along Zach's shaft.
“Shouldn't we…” His head fell back as I continued tracing the outline of his dick with my finger, never closing my grip around him. “We need to wait.” His voice was strained with how difficult that suggestion had been for him
“Because you want Daniel here with us or because you need a bit more time?”
“Don't want him to feel left out,” Zach admitted.
“God damn, I don't think you understand what a natural you are this.” I fisted my fingers through the back of his hair, yanking firmly until he looked at me. “You understand I’m not the only man you’re meant to please, don’t you? You’re a stubborn boy, and it's going to take both of us satisfy you, isn’t it?”
“God, please… Colin… I need…” he begged.
I reached around, swatting his ass, hard. “How are you supposed to address me?”
Zach tensed, his ass clenching tight before he stuck it out, widening his stance. “Sir, it’s not enough. I need you to touch me. Please, let me come and I’ll do whatever you want. Can’t…think… Fuck…”
God, I wished he'd been just a little slower getting out of the shower. Hearing him beg and watching his body squirm seeking my touch, had me ready to cream myself. No way was I going to last long.
“Before Daniel gets in here, I think we should take care of your punishment,” I said, hoping the step back would allow me to get control of my raging hormones.
That seemed to snap Zach out of his haze. “For what?”
“You were a naughty boy,” I scolded him. “You’ve been lying to Daniel, telling him you didn’t want him. You were trying to protect yourself, but both of you got hurt because of your lies.”
“I had to,” Zach insisted, digging his fingers into my shoulders. “You don’t understand what would happen if my dad found out I thought I was gay.”
My chest ached. I considered telling him I’d made a mistake, but I knew he was still holding onto the guilt of his lies. He needed this more than anything right now. I wanted to wipe the slate clean so he could fully enjoy himself once Daniel joined us.
“I’m not saying you didn’t have legitimate reasons to worry, but I don’t like you hurting yourself any more than I like you saying cruel things to other people.” This might be the hardest lesson for him to learn. “You lied to someone who cares deeply about you. That's not something a good boy does, and I think you need a reminder.”
I led Zach to the desk. His body was rigid with fear, and probably a bit more self-loathing than he’d already had, but I couldn’t let him forget how he’d hurt Daniel by using him. It wasn’t fair to ask him to participate in threesomes with women just so he could keep pretending he was straight.
“Turn around and put your hands on the desk,” I instructed him. He glared at me for a few long seconds. I held my breath, waiting for him to storm out of the room. His motions were stilted as he turned to face the desk, palms resting on the surface as I’d demanded.
