Chapter 31

I let him pull me closer as his hand gripped my wrist, then slipped into my palm. “Really,” I protested, but it sounded weak to my own ears. “I have to get back to work.”

Instead of releasing me, he pulled my hand toward his body and pressed the back of it against his damp, flat stomach. I thought I felt it flutter under my touch. God knows my own belly dropped out at the feel of his naked flesh against mine.

“It’s just you and me here, man,” he whispered. His words were hypnotic, trapping me in place. As if there were really anywhere else I wanted to be. “You can touch me if you want.”

Lord Jesus.I couldn’t think of anything I wanted more.

Pulling my hand from his, I strummed the back of my fingers over his smooth abs. He wasn’t built, exactly, but I could feel the tightness of the defined muscles just beneath the surface of his taut skin. I glanced up at him, saw the encouraging smile he gave me, and let my hand drift lower, following the trail of tiny hairs that led to the mass of curls at his crotch. When my fingers plunged into the kinked pubes, his lips parted with a gasp. “Yes.”

It took all the strength I had to pull my hand away. “I really can’t…”

One corner of his mouth turned up in a smirk. “Don’t you get a lunch break or something.”

I glanced at my watch—it was after twelve. Technically I was off the clock…

He leaned in close and surprised me with a quick peck on the lips. “Stay. I’ll make it worth your while.”

How could I say no to that?

I just nodded, numb. Every fiber of my being ached for him. He kissed me again, full on this time, his mouth hot against my own. As his tongue slipped between my lips to lick inside me, I felt his hand tug on my belt buckle. His fingers curved into my waistband to tickle my stomach.

I pulled back a little, my head spinning. “I don’t even know your name.”

“Donnie.” He punctuated the announcement with another kiss.

Before he could take it further, I pulled back again. I was up against the door now, the shop vac forgotten at my feet. “Your girlfriend—”

“Sister,” he corrected. “She’s at work. Are we going to do this or what?”

I nodded again, eagerly this time. “Please,” was all I could think to say.

Reaching out, my hands danced over his smooth stomach, his narrow hips, angling for the length between his legs. But he caught my hands in his and, turning, held them behind his back as he led me to the living room. His ass cheeks were pert and round, firm like unripe peaches, the crevice between them dark with black strands that matched the hair at his crotch. I wanted to trail my fingers through it, brush it one way then the other, part it to find the sweet center of his being. I wanted him, every inch of him, now.

In the living room, he stopped and turned. Dropping my hands, he tugged at my belt again and this time unbuckled it. “You’re overdressed, Elliott. Off with the threads.”

He helped me shuck off my pants and underwear in one smooth motion. Kneeling before me, he held the pants down as I leaned on his shoulder to balance myself as I tried to step out of them. When they wouldn’t come off over my work boots, he unlaced those and pulled them off, tossing them aside in his haste. My cock bobbed half-erect above his head. My balls were already beginning to hum. “Please,” I said, struggling to kick the pants away. “Can’t we just…”

With a great jerk, he pulled the pants off my feet and my legs out from under me. I landed hard on my ass on the carpeted floor, my pants a tangle in his arms between my knees. Crawling over me, he grinned as he stole another kiss. “That’s one way to lay you down. Shirt off while I find my lube and tubes.”

The way he spoke reminded me of the age difference between us, but I didn’t want to sound uncool—I wanted him too badly to screw this up now. So I unbuttoned my shirt halfway, then shrugged out of it, tossing it aside. One hand strayed to my cock as I watched him bend over in front of a duffle bag on the floor. His buttocks split like an invitation that sang in my veins. I squeezed the tender tip of my dick and told myself I’d be diving between those fleshy cheeks before my lunch hour was up. The thought alone almost made me cum, but I held it back. Not yet.