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Instead, he says, “Seriously, areyouokay?”
I’m used to Ty being cocky or a bit of an asshole, but now I’m seeing a rare expression for him—concern, for me. And I must admit, it’s nice.
“I…don’t know,” I confess.
He moves closer, and my gaze drifts across his torso, taking in the streaks of white. I lick my lips again, wondering where this impulse to run my tongue through it all is even coming from.
He rests his hand on my arm. He’s touched me before, but it’s never felt like fire grazing across my flesh.
“Lance, come on. After what we just did, pretty sure there’s not much you can’t talk to me about.”
“So you’re fine with how far it went?” I study his expression, searching for any sign of regret or discomfort.
His eyebrows shift with his smirk. “Fineisn’t really the word I’d use.” He strokes across my arm with his thumb, and my dick perks right back up. “And obviously, if you don’t want to do anything else, I get it, but I’d hate to be rude. Feel like it’s my job to make sure you get off before heading out.”
The way he’s drinking me in, I can only imagine how the women he’s been with have felt when he’s set that look on them. I check the bulge in my pants, which is fucking straining, because I don’t know if I’ve ever been so swollen in these jeans before. Part of me thinks I should bolt while I have the chance. But with everything that’s happened, and how hard I am right now, I’m too curious to deny myself this.
“But,” he adds, “if you’ve changed your mind, that’s totally fine too. I’ll be disappointed, but I’ll understand—”
“No, it’s fine.”
“Onlyfine?” His smirk shifts into a grin.
Given everything that’s happened, it shouldn’t shock me that he’d want to do this too, but my mind can’t accept that he’s anything other than my straight rival Ty, even with all the facts I have that tell me that can’t be right.
He runs his hand down my arm, caressing until his touch breaks away from my skin and gravitates to my crotch. He applies gentle pressure, and my cock pulses with the sensation as he moves even closer.
The twist of his lips as he rubs along my shaft sends a burst of excitement pulsing through me. “Mmmm…you like that?”
“Clearly.”
“Then I bet you’ll really like this…” His touch abandons my cock while he unfastens my belt, then unzips my fly, sliding his hand beneath my trunks, gripping my cock.
A rush shoots up my spine, goose bumps pricking across my arms as he gets hold of me, his eyes meeting mine as he offers that first stroke. My mouth falls open as waves of sensation pulse through me before he strokes back up and there’s another wave. He moves slowly at first, like I did when I was trying to get a feel for what I was doing.
“You did a really good job with my cock, so I feel like I have my work cut out for me.”
He offers another sweeping movement, running the full length of my shaft, and I tremble from the excitement it stirs.
He chuckles. “That’s what you like, isn’t it? I like it more toward the head, but you like feeling it all the way to the base, don’t you?”
He’s not wrong. It’s something I had to work out while I was jerking him off, studying his expressions and the way his breath hitched. Now he’s doing the same to me.
He leans closer, whispering in my ear, “Uh-huh. Think I’m right.”
The way his breath hits my flesh is too much for me, and I roll my head back, embracing the sensation.
“Fuck.” I moan.
“Oh, you like that too?” he asks, guiding me until my back’s against the door. He firms his grip on me as he whispers, “Dirty Lance learning a lot of new things about himself too today, isn’t he?” His lips graze my earlobe while he continues working my cock, the pressure in me intensifying quickly. “Showing me things about me, and now it’s my turn.” He stops stroking for a moment, and my body goes into panic mode as I search around to figure out what he’s doing before he runs his hand through the cum on his torso.
“You want a taste?”
I feel so transparent. Like he’s reading my goddamn mind,and I don’t even have a problem with it because he can’t know how bad I want to taste him right now.
He raises his fingers to my lips. “Go ahead. Take it, Stud.”
I lean forward, running my tongue on the bottom of his fingers, but as the taste hits, I move forward and take his fingers into my mouth, sucking gently. My chest swells with excitement as swirls of sensation spiral through my body.