My gaze lifts to hers, and our eyes hold. I’m thinking about the other night, when she sifted her delicate fingers through my hair and touched my thigh. It felt so fucking good I could hardly stand it. Within seconds, I was painfully hard, and I almost pulled her into my lap right there so she could feel how well her flirting had worked. Instead, I made myself come in the shower, muffling my groan into my hand as I pictured that sweet little mouth wrapped around my cock, swallowing me down.
