My eyes drift up to his nipples, the exact color of my favorite dark chocolate with a hint of cherry. They’re a little puffy looking, like maybe he tugged on them while jacking off in the shower. I fucking love the look of stretched-out, sucked-on nipples.
I wonder what kind of nipple play Ant likes. Does he prefer a soft teasing touch, firm suction, or maybe even a little scrape of teeth? What if I gently captured one of those tiny, perfect nipples between my thumb and forefinger and pulled on it, carefully drawing it out to its limit? Would he arch his back for me then? Would his cock drip in anticipation if I simultaneously pinched and pulled on both nipples?
I nearly whine when he pulls on his black tank.
“Erik?”
“Yeah?” I ask, rubbing my face.
“So…are we going?”
Ah, fuck.
“Um, yeah. Let me call Charlie, and then I’ll take care of everything here. Why don’t you wait in the car?”
“I can help. I’m not useless.”
That gets my attention. I walk up to him and put my hands on his shoulders, massaging them gently. “I know you’re not useless. I just…this is not a good moment for me to train you because there are too many competing variables. That’s amelimitation, not ayoulimitation. It’s not personal, I promise.”
“Oh—okay.”
I practically fold myself in two to pull him into a hug, one arm around his waist, one wrapped around his shoulders, nice and tight against my body. After a prolonged moment, he clears his throat, and I let him go. Looking at me funny, he slips into some flip-flops, hoists his overnight bag over his shoulder, and starts toward the car.
Right.
Um.
What was I doing?
I blink a few times.
Yes. Destroy the evidence and rig the place to blow. Got it.
I look down and curse. I forgot to get dressed, so I’m sporting a towel and a pretty obvious semi, which I hope Ant didn’t notice.
He probably noticed.
Whipping off the towel, I grab my trusty overnight bag and dig out clean underwear, my favorite pair of jeans, and a plain white T-shirt. Once I’ve got those on, I glance up and see Ant at the car, looking sorta thirsty.
I guess neither of us has given much thought to our nudity, though I do wonder if he likes my cock.
No, I don’t.
Take all of it, baby boy. Every last inch.
Fuck. Stop.
Scrubbing yet another mental rabbit trail from my tortured mind, I pull up my phone and hit the button for my best and oldest friend.
“Wills here.”
“Hey, Charlie, got a change of plans to discuss with you.”
“Sure, buddy. Hit me.”
I give him the rundown and explain how we want to go after the really bad ones first.
“So, yeah, if Tolly can handle the switch, we’d like to take on the island first,” I say, talking about an old friend who’s helping us.
