Chapter 32

I had half a mind to just take him, I wanted him that bad, wanted it, sex, anyone would have satisfied me at the moment but he looked so inviting splayed before me, so delicious and young. I could just rock that chair back and force my way in, feel those legs clamp around my hips as I thrust into him, fighting my way through the first tight band of resistance until I came deep in his ass. But no—then he’d expect something in return, something more substantial than the raise he got when I discovered he gave good head. I settled for watching him play with himself, and fucked his mouth instead.

“Brian?” my mother asks, jarring me back to the present. Her voice is like a splash of cold water, dousing whatever arousal I’m beginning to feel thinking back to Monday. “Are you planning to hang around a while once I’m out of here?”