Page 49 of Resist Me Not

“I’m, uh… just in sweats and a T-shirt.”

“No underwear?” I lean my messenger bag against the wall.

“No.”

“Good to know. Did you move to the bed?”

“Yes. I mean, I’m in the bedroom.”

“Lie down and hitch up your shirt enough to reach your nipples.”

“What areyoudoing?” Walker asks, and I can hear the added echo that means he has put me on speaker. Smart.

“I am in an alley in the middle of the city sliding my hand into my pants and wishing it was yours.”

“My hand or my pants?”

“Yes.”

Walker chuckles. “Wait, are you really?”

“Yes.” I am. I have my hand in my underwear in a dirty alley—all for Walker. “Are you playing with your nipples yet?”

“Yeah…”

“Circle one of the nubs with your thumb, slowly, while I slide my thumb through the prerelease at my tip.”

Walker moans. I almost do too. “How come you get to touch your cock already, and I can’t?”

“Because I’m Daddy. And you like it when Daddy leads, don’t you? No touching your cock yet, doctor. I will tell you when you can.”

“Y-yes, Daddy.”

“Good boy.”

He moans again.

I lean back against the wall, much as I loathe the idea of it dirtying my jacket, but the collection of prerelease on my palm is getting wetter. I need the support or my knees might buckle. I could do this to Walker’s breathless voice all day. Every day. I think I will from now on whenever we’re apart.

“Are you leaking through your sweatpants yet?” I ask.

“A little.”

“I want the front sopping before I let you slide your hand in there.”

“What about your hand… Daddy?”

“Oh, I am pumping myself very slowly, don’t you worry. I will make you come first. Lift your hips, so you can slide your sweats off your ass, but don’t let your cock free. Keep it contained.”

“O-okay.”

“Then wet a finger. You’re going to play with your ass a little.”

“Trey…”

“Do it. Imagine it’s mine, where my fingers will be very soon. Where my cock will be again very soon.”

I can hear him sucking his finger as ordered with little smacking noises and whimpers. I know exactly when he brings it to his entrance because he whines louder and his breath quickens again.