His eyes were on me as he moved me off his lap, stood up with cat-like grace. “Come here,” he ordered. “Help me get my clothes off.”

I unbuttoned his shirt, pushed it off his shoulders. His hands were on his belt buckle, he slid off his belt in one easy motion; undid his fly and stepped out of his pants and briefs. His cock sprung out, hard and perfect and ready.

I couldn’t help it; I wanted it in my mouth again. I licked my lips involuntarily, heard him chuckle. “Nope,” he rebuked. “Be good. Get back on the bed, hands back on the slats.”

I assumed my position,...