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Lance doesn’t look, though. “That doing anything?” he asks.
“Um…”
His gaze finally shifts to look, and his jaw drops. “Oh…”
“Yeah…”
His hand settles on my thigh, which only makes me stiffen more, and he doesn’t take his eyes off it for a few moments. When he does, his gaze meets mine and he gulps.
Though there was little doubt before we began our little experiment, there’s no question in my mind as his touch lingers. His thumb caresses against the fabric of my shorts, so I have to shift slightly to let my cock finish swelling.
“Are you okay?” I ask him, since it’s hard to gauge based on his expression—frozen in place, hasn’t changed since we locked eyes.
He breaks eye contact and leans back, so I can see the bulge in his pants. He slides his hand closer to my crotch, then over my cock, before stroking back and forth. His gaze has returned to my cock, and he licks his lips. “This okay?” he asks.
“Does it look okay?”
He chuckles nervously before his expression turns stone-cold again. “Lie back. If you want, that is… I want to try something, but not if you’d rather not.”
I trust Lance. This is just as strange to him as it is to me, and if my lying back helps us untangle this, I’m willing to give it a whirl. I relax back, and he slides his hand from my cock up to my waist.
“This still okay?” he asks.
“That you took your hand off my dick? Not really.”
He huffs out a breath. “I meant, can I feel it under your shorts?”
“Oh. Uh, yes, if that’s something you want to—”
“I. Do.” He slides his hand under the waistband of my shorts, moving toward my cock until I can feel his warmfingers against my flesh.
My body vibrates—partly from his touch, partly from anticipation—as I’m wondering what he’ll do next. He gets a handle on me, and unlike when he put his hand on my thigh at first, I can tell there’s nothing playful or silly about this touch. He wears a determined expression as he strokes me some more.
Fuck, it’s sexy.
I roll my head against my bed, enjoying the way he’s pumping me.
“That’s good?” he asks.
“What does it feel like?”
He snickers, his grip firming as he strokes more confidently. “Can I pull your shorts down?”
“Don’t you dare move that hand.” I intended for that to come out playfully, but there’s so much truth to it that it sounds more like a threat. I tuck my thumbs in either side of my shorts and push them down, revealing my hard-on, and he keeps his hand in place as he sees my cock in the flesh.
“No underwear,” he notes.
“In case something happened.”
His lips curl into that sexy, familiar smirk. “Looks bigger than I remember.”
“Last time you saw me naked, I’d already come, so…”
And there’s that beautiful pink shade again, something I can only appreciate for a moment before he pumps me again.
I can’t stifle my moan. The way the sensation pulses through me makes my body quiver, and I relax back as he keeps on working me up faster. My hips jerk with his movements as a series of sensations burst in waves through me, rushing up my body, radiating out of my chest.
“Fuck, you’re good at that, Lance,” I say, and myencouragement makes him speed up.