Page 59 of Samuel's Heart

“Office.” And then the call goes dead.

It doesn’t take me much time to reach the office, probably because the school rush is already finished.

Aidan is waiting for me at the reception, and as soon as he spots me, he walks over.

“This is the info. This is the last time.” He then turns around and walks away.

“Thank you,” I say to his back. He doesn’t turn around but stops.

“Make good use of it, and please do something better with your life.”

Fucker.

“I’m helping people.”

“If you ever need a job, let me know.”

I’m stunned by his offer, because I was expecting him to talk shit again. Instead, he was able to surprise me with his kindness—again. It’s a word I never would have associated with Aidan. Maybe he isn’t that bad.

I leave as soon as he’s gone, and drive home, ready for today to be done.

But once at home, I’m restless. The need to focus on something else that’s not my life is too pressing to ignore. I sit on the sofa and look through the info. It’s like the last file Aidan provided. Lots of work to do, so I’ll have the chance to call Rory.

We’ve been dancing around each other since the last time he was here, and we had sex.

Fuck, I still can’t believe how hot it was, being with him, and how hard I came. I throw the documents on the table, as visions of us together on the same sofa I’m now sitting on appear in front of my eyes.

My cock gets hard, so I put a hand inside my trousers and palm it, trying to make it behave, but it only has the effect ofarousing myself more. I take my hand out and then work on my buttons, so I can free my erection and maybe do something to make it go away.

I grip my dick as soon as my clothes are out of the way, and close my eyes so the images of Rory and me together seem more real. I use my finger to spread my precum around and then I bring my palm to my mouth, licking until it’s wet. Then I grip my shaft lightly so that I can spread my saliva around to make my up-and-down motions easier.

I start from the bottom and go up to the tip, rub my palm there, take away any juice coming out of my slit, and then spread it around on the way down. I never increase the tempo because I want to take my time. I want to relive everything we did together and then come as hard as I did that day.

My mouth salivates at the thought of Rory’s taste, and my grip on the hardest part of my body increases, making me hiss with the upper movement. The more my thoughts run wild, the tighter my grip gets on my dick, arousing me even more. It’s an endless cycle—or a cycle that will end once I come. On the next slide up, I dip my nail in the tip, making myself arch in pleasure, and nearly come like a kid at his first solo session.

I increase my tempo, and I’m ready to go to town and come all over my hand, when my phone rings again. I stop, breathing hard, and pull it out of my pocket so I can check and curse whoever is disturbing my session. I’d love to ignore them, but if it’s something urgent, I don’t want to miss it. I nearly come when I spot Rory’s name on the screen.

I peel my hand away, take a few deep breaths so I don’t sound like an angry bull, and answer the call.

“Hey,” I say, trying to keep my voice even.

“Hey. Are you okay to talk?”

“Sure,” I say, but then I look down at myself and the last thing I want to do is talk to him. I let out an involuntary heavy sigh when I look down at my hard-as-a-rock cock.

“Are you doing something? Do you need help?”

And fuck if my mind doesn’t love showing me the image of him under me, while I pound his ass until he comes. And then me, jerking off until I come all over him, like last time.

“It’s okay,” I say, trying to keep my moans to myself.

“Did I catch you in a solo session?”

“How did you know?”

“I recognised your breathing. It sounds just like the night we spent together.”

I want to laugh, but my cock jerks at the thought of us together. Then his silly joke about him riding me comes to mind and my mouth runs away from me before I can stop it.

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