oxford shirt, a pair of glasses sliding down his nose as he worked through my terrible files… At least until I came in to distract him.
God. It was like anything Heath said, any time we interacted, my brain could find some fun new fantasy to distract me with.
“Oh, really? Care to share?”
“Definitely not, don’t want to ruin your upstanding image of me.”
“Upstanding? Don’t get too cocky.” There was a trace of his lilting laugh in his voice.
“Oh? If not upstanding, then what?” I wandered back inside, leaving my empty coffee cup in the sink, then climbed the stairs back toward my room.
Heath clicked his tongue. “Smart? Funny? Big teddy bear?”
“Teddy bear!” I repeated indignantly, though really it warmed me. Did he think of me that way? A comforting presence?
“Fine, big scary grizzly,” Heath said, laughing. “Listen, what time do you want me to come over? I’ve got a few things to take care of at Custom but it won’t take long.”
I closed the door to my bedroom behind me and hummed thoughtfully. “I’ll be there for most of the afternoon doing some prep work. How about at two?”
“Sure,” Heath said. “I’ll be there.”
“Great. And don’t be late,” I added, a little teasingly.
“Yes, sir,” Heath said.
The unexpected words hit me like a punch to the gut. His tone was playful, but not—not that playful. I swallowed hard and leaned back against the door of my bedroom, reeling a bit from the force of how much I liked the sound of those words in his mouth. Heat rushed through me, straight to my cock. I stared at my bed: center of the room, king-size, soft white sheets. I wanted to spread him out on that mattress and make him say those words again. Make him mumble them around my fingers in his mouth. Or even better, my cock.
I sucked in a quick, ragged breath. I thought I heard Heath’s breath catch a little on the other end of the line, but maybe I imagined it.
“Perfect,” I said, and my voice was low even to my own ears. Because I meant it when I said it—and I wasn’t referring to our afternoon plans. “See you then.”
Heath murmured a goodbye, also sounding a little dazed—like he’d felt that moment, too—and hung up.
I tossed my phone carelessly onto my bed and palmed my cock roughly through my jeans. God, my cock was hardening just from the sound of his voice in my ear. The effect Heath had on me was insane. It only took a few rough passes of my palm over my cock to bring myself to full hardness, and the pressure of my zipper against my cock was tight enough to be a little painful. I popped the button and shoved my hand into my shorts with no hesitation, gripping the base of my cock hard and squeezing like I could stave off the rush of desire coursing through me.
Because there was no reason for me to be so riled up from a single phone call.
But—God—
I tipped my head back against the door and took a steadying breath. I dragged my hand slowly up my cock, twisting my wrist at the top to coat my palm with enough precum to ease the slide.
And even though I knew that this way lies madness, I imagined it wasn’t my hand, but Heath’s. Small and soft and maybe a little hesitant. I’d fold my hand over his and show him the way I liked it: slow, hard, tightly gripping. I’d keep my other hand on his waist, keeping him close, reassuring him— and he’d suck his lower lip in between his teeth like he did when he was really focusing, chin tipped down, watching our hands move over my cock like it was something he could study.
Fuck. I picked up the pace a little as heat spread through me, from my groin up my spine, loosening my muscles deliciously.
Maybe, once Heath seemed a little more confident, I’d take my hand off Heath’s and let him jack me off himself.
Those small hands. He’d probably need to put both on me to do it properly. The thought was so shockingly hot, I knocked my head hard against the door as a bolt of arousal shot down my spine. I’d tell him to lick his own palms first—fuck—and then grip me hard, jerking me off hard and slow.
If he was as inexperienced as he said he was, he’d probably never touched another man’s cock before.