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Thisis one of the many reasons I know I can open myself to him and trust him, even though it might sound crazy to anyone who doesn’t know the man as well as I do.

“Whythis,” Carter says as he turns to take the washcloth from me before indicating for me to turn around so he can wash my back, “is because I suspect you have no clue how to process intimacy or be intimate with someone, not even with yourself.”

My eyes close as he scrubs my back for me. It’s an indescribably good sensation.

“And,” he continues, “if I manage to achieve nothing else with our time together besides instilling self-confidence in you and teaching you how to open yourself to someone in a healthy way at various levels of intimacy, then I’ll be happy and consider it a success.”

He places a hand on my left shoulder, holding on as he leans over and scrubs me lower. “Because even if you were dating right now, you’d be miserable. It’s no coincidence you have a shitty relationship with your mom and you haven’t really ever had a girlfriend for any length of time.”

Meanwhile, as he’s scrubbing my back, my cock…

Yeah.

I’m hard again.

Before I can even process it, Carter spins me around, pins my back against the wall with his left forearm over my throat, and his right hand once again grips my cock. He’s not choking off my air, but from this position I know it’s because he’s choosing to let me breathe.

The intensity in his expression as he strokes me terrifies and thrills me at the same time. “Hold on to my arm,” he orders, moving the left one a little and indicating he means that one.

I reach up and wrap my fingers around the arm across my throat as his right hand strokes my cock again. I’m sensitive, but I’m also hornier than hell, and the slight edge to the pleasure only makes me that much harder.

“You need to learn to ask for what you want from me, boy. You can’t deny yourself because you assume you can’t have it.Tellme what you want.”

Twenty-four hours ago, had you told me I’d be begging my roommate to jerk me off in the shower, I’d have laughed at you.

Now?

“Please make me come, Sir. I want to come.”

His triumphant smile makes me throb. “Holdit, boy. Donotcome yet.”

The command has exactly the opposite effect, and I’m afraid I’m going to disobey him. “I…I—”

His hand slows, stills, leaving me whimpering and my hips rocking. “Good boys learn how to control themselves. There will be times I spend hours edging you and not letting you come, and if you come without permission, you’ll be punished. I’m not cruel enough or sadistic enough to do that to you today, though. I meant it when I said I won’t set you up to fail.” He smiles. “Not at first, and only when you realize it’s for fun.”

He squeezes my cock, long, almost painfully but letting up just short of that. My breath raggedly saws in and out of my lungs as I stare into his eyes.

What thehellhave I gotten myself into?

And why the hell didn’t I figure this out about myself sooner?

And please,pleaselet this last. Everything he’s said so far strikes deep and true in my soul. If he’s playing me, fucking with me, it’s going to destroy me.

Because I really,reallywant this.

That’s why I struggle to comply. I chew on my lower lip and focus on him, on his brown gaze, and try to take my mind off the way his fingers circle the head of my cock and take slow strokes.

There’s no noise other than the shower running and my own breath as I struggle not to tip over the edge despite how he’s working my cock.

A few moments later, Carter’s gaze narrows even as a smile fills his face. “Good boy,” he whispers. “Comefor me.” As he says this, his hand speeds up and my body complies.

I force myself to keep my eyes open, focused on him and his, as the orgasm slams into me. It’s intense nearly to the point of pain. My balls throb as he strokes my cock, and he finally stills his hand only when I’m gasping and struggling to remain in place and not pull away from him.

“Eyes on me, boy,” Carter says as he releases my cock. I don’t understand what he’s doing at first, until I realize he’s jerking off.

In his left eye is a darker fleck of chocolate brown mixed in with the lighter hints of amber, gold, hazel. They’re mostly brown, and intense, expressive.

His breathing grows loud, harsh, and I spot the moment he tips over the edge, even though I can’t see what he’s doing down there because I’m pinned in place. The lines around the outer edges of his eyes grow a little softer, the inner corners of his eyebrows lifting a tiny bit, and then he moans.