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“So? We can cover it with music or…” Fuck, my dick was so hard it hurt. “Or not cover it because it’s kind of sexy, don’t you think? I mean, don’t you think the viewers would think that?” I babbled, my gaze catching on and sticking for way too fucking long to the erection tenting his pants. I mean, it wasn’t like I didn’t expect it to happen, but the extra kick of heat in my balls from looking at it was unexpected.

Jesse narrowed his eyes and remained silent for a long moment. Then he nodded resolutely. “Yeah, you might be right. Okay, game on.” He hit the button on his phone and resumed. “Tease yourself, maybe pull your waistband down a little, give us a peek, but not the full thing yet.Perfect,” he cooed, and my dick twitched again.

Damn, what was it about his voice?

I slid my hands behind my waistband, gripped the base of my dick with one hand and my balls with the other. The oil made my nuts all slippery, and when I rolled them around and tugged on them, tiny electric sparks shivered up my spine. I stroked my shaft slowly, the fabric constraining my movements and keeping the pressure tight. With a nudge of my wrist, I flipped the waistband down, revealing the glistening precum sliding down my glans.

Jesse muttered a curse, and my gaze flew to his again, worried I’d fucked up. He shook his head quickly. “Keep going. This is insanely hot. It’s perfect, actually. So sexy.”

Once again, my gaze drifted down to the strained fly of his jeans, and another surge of electricity rolled through me.

“Pull the underwear down now, all the way to your ankles, but leave them on.” This time there was no hesitation in his voice. It was demanding and confident.

I hurried to comply and inched the underwear down, exposing myself slowly. On a whim, once they were at my ankles, I picked up the bottle of oil, angled it just under my neck, and squeezed.

Jesse made a noise that sounded almost like a whimper but might have been encouragement, as the liquid cascaded down my chest, funneling down the center of my torso and spreading over my groin.

I reached over my shoulder with one hand, grabbing the back of the chair for leverage, then widened my knees and gripped my cock with the other. Pleasure rolled through me in waves of liquid heat as I stroked, the loud, filthy squish of my oil-coated hand on my shaft ratcheting my arousal higher.

Jesse hadn’t moved, but his breathing had quickened, his chest rising and falling noticeably, and that in turn fed my desire. I was turning him on and…shit. I was turning him on, and Ilikedit. I really fucking liked it.

“Je—I mean, Josh?” I sputtered, belatedly remembering the codenames Jesse had finally decided on after a long verbal cataloguing of his favorite romantic comedies. I paused on an upstroke and closed my fist around my head. I had to bite back another moan as he lifted his gaze from the screen.

“Yeah?” he rasped.

“Never mind.” I floundered and shook my head. I’d been about to suggest he could jerk off, too, which seemed wildly inappropriate when I thought about it. But fuck, I think I actually wanted him to. It could totally be the arousal talking. I mean, it probably was because horniness was weird that way. Why else were there literally search terms for everything under the sun on Pornhub. One time, out of curiosity, I’d typed in ‘pie’, thinkingno way. But…way. And I’d nutted over what I’d watched, too.

I resumed stroking myself and then, with my gaze still glued to Jesse, lifted up my sac and slid a finger along my taint and over my hole. A tremor racked my shoulders. I didn’t do it often and had forgotten how sensitive that area was on me. But damn, it was doing the trick today. In spite of Jesse’s request to keep the underwear on, I freed one leg so I could hitch my foot over the arm of the chair and have easier access to my ass. Jesse trapped his lower lip between his teeth, eyes glassy as I played with the puckered skin.

My gaze ping-ponged back and forth between his plump pink lip in its white cage and the bulge in his pants. Extending my other leg, I braced my heel on the floor. The inside of Jesse’s calf pressed against it as he moved closer.

“There. That’s perfect.” The softness in his tone dragged over my skin like a feather, eliciting the same intoxicating response. “So perfect. You’re so big and hard.”

“Fuck,” I whispered, a fresh surge of desire rolling through me. The tiny patch of skin where his leg touched mine might as well have had the surface area of a continent for how intensely I felt it everywhere. “Je—“Goddammit.“I mean,Josh,” I panted. I’m gonna come. I’vegotto.”

Jesse shook his head chidingly and my nuts tightened in response. “Not quite yet. You can hang on just a little longer, can’t you?” He purred.

His voice was a full-on caress, velvety and soft rubbing over my skin with a crazy kind of aural friction that made me writhe. Tension wound around my spine, the signal smoke of impending orgasm, but I nodded anyway and tried to keep my focus from blowing apart every time he glanced up from the screen.

9

Jesse

Rule #1 of filming a sexy-as-hell football player jerking off. You do not go into that scenario hot. I’d made sure to take care of myself an hour beforehand and was even wearing an extra-tight set of briefs.

But I had vastly underestimated the nuclear heat level of a living Thor covered in oil and writhing on an armchair as he played with his presumably virgin hole in front of me. Had I been transported to the center of the earth? Because this shit was magmatic.

Whose idea had this been?

Oh. Right.

Scooting closer, I filled the phone’s screen with Sam from the neck down as he rested his head back against the cushy chair and closed his eyes. His chest rose and fell with a hypnotic steadiness as he rubbed the heel of his hand up and down his shaft, then deviated up to his pecs, teasing his fingertips over his nipple until it formed a fine point that he rubbed with his thumb.

He arched his back, licked the pad of his thumb, and rolled it over his nipple again, making the tight brown flesh gleam with spit.

I knew right then that nothing short of a straitjacket would’ve kept my dick in check. I’d never ever watched a guy jerk off in front of me before, not like this. Sure, maybe some of the dudes I’d been with got a head start, but this was the thrill of voyeurism the likes of which I’d never experienced before.

I focused on keeping my own breathing steady and zoomed in on his pecs, then followed his hand back down to his ass where he rimmed himself with the tip of a finger. God, was he going to push it inside? I might come in my pants.