Chapter 45

“No,” I carefully returned, retracting to the corner of the stall.

“No? Why?” He moved in closer, and his fingers began to crawl down my stomach. I was about as hard as asteamed zucchini. “What’s wrong?” he asked as he circled his fingers around the obvious problem. “Did you just jerk off?”

I’d been in the shower for less than twenty seconds. I’d been known to provide myself with phenomenally quick self-gratification, but twenty seconds, that, I’d never accomplished. “Just tired.”

“Tired?” His fingers grazed my flaccid cock. “Sure?” His voice was thick with need. “I bet I can change your mind before the hot water runs out.”

Maybe.

“Come here.” His hands were hard pressed on my skin. His eyes, veiled with desire. “Blow me, come on,Der.”

Lately, I’d been feeling more and more like a boy blow-up doll.

“Nate.”

“Come on, baby. Look at me, two minutes and I’ll come.”

“Nathan. No.” I freed myself from his embrace. “I’m not feeling it. Okay?”