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My heart pumps with a sudden rush of blood. Gagoonk. Gagoonk. He was waiting for me?
“You’ve been wearing since Wednesday?”
“I didn’t at work today,” he confesses, as though he feels guilty over not doing so.
“But you put it back in after I texted you?”
“Yes.”
“Why?”
Blushing, he shifts in place. “So I’d be ready for you, and…”
“And?”
“And…because it makes me think of you.”
Wildfire scorches its way up my legs, turning into a fire burst when it reaches my groin. Any effort I put into being Unleashed Pete a moment ago is no longer needed. That persona hops off the bench, swaggers up to the plate, and slaps me on the back, officially tagging himself in with a vengeance.
CHAPTER 17
Unleashed Pete
He wore it because it makes him think of me. If he makes any more confessions like that, I’m not going to last.
“Well, I’m here, so you can quit thinking,” I rasp and angle my chin toward the bed. “Now, show me that dirty little secret you’ve been hiding.”
Walking like a newborn giraffe, he climbs onto the end of the bed. Glancing at himself and then me like he’s unsure what to do, he eventually settles on facing the headboard on his knees.
“Like this?” he asks, peeking over his shoulder.
The movement accentuates the muscles in his back all the way down the beautiful line of his spine to where it meets his ass. It’s my first unfettered view of him from this angle, and I know I’m never going to forget it.
I can see a sliver of the base of the plug between the shadows below his cheeks. I have no idea how it must have felt to wear that for hours on end, but judging by his reaction a moment ago, it wasn’t unpleasant.
“Lean forward,” I whisper.
Complying, his hands plant in front of himself on the snowy white bedspread. The new position parts his crease, revealing the circular, black base like an alluring target. It is the perfect picture of innocence meeting naughtiness and is now framed in my memory bank.
My entire body is vibrating. I can’t look away from him presenting himself to me. Adjusting my cock through my boxers, I go to him, resting one knee on the bed next to his leg. My hand is shaking as it hovers over the heat radiating off his skin. I’m afraid to touch him, afraid of breaking the special gift that is him, so I lower my hand carefully until it settles on the silky flesh of his ass cheek.
Gliding my palm over one firm globe and then the other, I feel his shaky breath vibrate all the way up my arm. His sac looks heavy. I can see the tip of his long cock peeking down between his legs. I’ve never felt more wanted in my life. I need to make sure he feels the same.
Trailing my finger down his crease, I can’t help but notice how clean he smells. His nether region is exceptionally well-groomed, more trimmed than what I remember feeling last time. I’m not sure if it’s his innocence or his efforts, but I don’t ever see germs when I look at him.
“Did you make yourself smell this nice for me?” I ask, tracing the circumference of the base.
“Yes.”
It’s gluttonous how much his breathy reply pleases me. It means I was in his shower with him in spirit and reminds me of his confession about the plug.
“When did you think of me?” I ask, applying a hint of pressure to the base.
“At…at work.”
Letting off, I trace the base again. The slick sensation of lube he must have applied, is seeping out, coating my fingertip. The consistency of the fluid, however, isn’t disgusting to me right now as I stare at the glistening in wonder. It’s a necessity for his comfort.
“Only at work?”
