I try to keep my attention on his work, but soon enough I’m following the trail of undulating muscles in his forearms up to the bunch and release of his biceps, the shift of his shoulders and the flex of his back. Then, torturously, he lets out a soft grunt of exertion. My body recognizes it immediately as the sound he’d make when he’d watch me take him inside, and every erogenous zone I have lights up like a pinball machine. I’m not going to survive this.
