Page 14 of Playing for Keeps

He shuffled again.

“So jerk off now.” I spoke without thinking, the words channeled from my subconscious.

Ethan’s breath hitched. “What?”

My heart pounded. I needed to keep talking, fast.

“If it means you’ll stop moving, I’m happy for you to sing the entire One Direction album. Whatever it takes to get you to settle down.”

In the silence I heard Ethan swallow. My heart continued to thump.

“If I jerk off, you’ve got to do it too, otherwise I’ll feel weird,” he said eventually.

My mouth went dry and my cock grew even harder.

Oh holy hell. Ethan was giving me permission to jack myself off in his presence. Thank you, Universe, for letting my Ultimate Fantasy Number Five come true.

I went for a jokey tone. “Oh no, you’re forcing me to jerk off. I’ve never done that before.”

Ethan chuckled. “Yeah, cos I believe that.”

We were silent for a few moments.

“Well, are you going to do it?” he asked.

I tried to keep my voice casual. “I just hope I do it right.”

Ethan laughed again. “Is there a wrong way to do it?”

“Not sure. Maybe if it involves sharp fingernails?”

“That’s pro tip number one. No fingernails,” he said.

“Right.” My voice came out slightly breathless as I palmed myself through my boxers.

“You doing it?” His voice was slightly rough.

I slipped my hand inside my boxers, and shit, that felt good.

“Yeah,” I grunted.

“Me too.”

Suddenly the rustling noises coming from Ethan’s sleeping bag were no longer annoying. Instead, my mind imagined his hand on his cock, imagined him stroking himself down his hard length.

Shit. This wasn’t going to last long.

I turned my head slightly, risking a glance at him.

Holy fuck. Ethan’s lips were parted and he had a look of concentration on his face.

He turned his head on the pillow and his eyes met mine for a second before closing. Then his shoulders stiffened and he let out a small gasp.

Ethan’s blissed-out look triggered my own orgasm. Fuck. It was the most intense orgasm I’d ever had. I was surprised I didn’t spontaneously combust.

Once my breathing slowed, I sat up and rummaged in my bag for clean boxers. Ethan did the same.

Neither of us said anything. My heart continued to pound like a fast bass track.