Ignore it.
I will ignore it.
He glances down at the thick length pressing out from his body and then meets my gaze.
“You gonna be impolite, Eli?” he teases, and I manage to roll my eyes even though my whole body is lit up like a Christmas tree.
Fuck.
There’s nothing I can do about it now. I’ll have to wait until tonight when Luke is asleep. I’ll sneak into the guest room again and hump my pillow like the winner I am.
“You want a repeat of last night?” I ask, buttoning up my shirt and tucking it into my pants.
“I could do that,” Luke replies, his hands on his hips, his head tilted slightly.
“Well, I have to get to work. You’ll have to wait.”
What the hell am I doing? I’m promising a repeat of something I shouldn’t even be engaging in.
“Yeah, we’ll see, Eli,” he says with a smirk and then grabs onto his dick over his boxers and arches his hips.
My cheeks are flushed as I throw my tie around my neck. I need to get out of here before I do something stupid, like press my mouth to his or sink to my knees and take that big cock right down my throat.
“Yes, we will, won’t we,” I manage to say, moving past Luke. But not before rubbing against him as I do, making sure to let my fingers trail across his straining cock.
And when he muttersthat’s just cruel,I huff a small laugh.
Because this is payback for the misery I’ve been in.
But apparently, Luke is fluent in the ways of battle because when my phone pings on the way to work, I glance down at it and nearly crash into a tree.
Luke has snapped a picture of himself with his pants undone, showing off the muscular V where his abs meet his groin, his hand cupping himself. My phone pings again, and it’s a picture of him grasping onto his bare length, legs spread, everything on display.
I pull over to the side of the road and quickly place my car in park.
Then, because I’m on a complete power trip, I send him a text.
Me:You will not come.
Me:You will wait for me.
I bite my lip and shift in my seat, waiting for his answer.
Luke:You gonna punish me if I don’t listen?
Oh god, yes, I will. I will do so many filthy things to him.
Me:Yes.
My breathing is ragged as I wait for his response.
When it comes, all the air in my lungs dissipates.
It’s a video of him fucking his fist, and I watch it all,every last second. I watch his thick, callused fingers squeeze his long length and move from base to tip in quick, steady movements. My mouth waters as a bit of precum beads at the tip of his cock, his thumb brushing it away. And seconds later, when his come shoots across his stomach, I know I am in for a fucking treat when I get home.
I am going to take a paddle to that ass.
Spank it red.