When she starts to move her hand with tentative strokes over the wet material, my head tips back, jaw tight, fighting the urge not to rut into her palm.
“I don’t know what I’m doing,” she whispers, voice trembling, fingers sliding over me. “I’m not… very experienced.”
“Stop,” I growl. “Stop touching me or I’ll—”
“You’ll what?” she breathes, blinking up at me. “I could make you…?”
That innocent question, paired with her small hand wrapped around my cock, is lethal.
“What kind of question is that? Georgie, if you don’t stop, I’m gonna come in about thirty seconds.”
“I don’t want to stop,” she breathes, and there’s something new in her voice now. Confidence.
“Georgie,” I warn, but it comes out more plea than command.
Her hand slips past the waistband of my shorts.
Fuck.
The first touch of her bare fingers against my cock rips a savage groan from my chest.
“You’re so…” She bites her lip like the words are too dangerous to say out loud.
But I’m a selfish, ego-hungry bastard, and I want them. I want her to choke them out for me while her hand’s wrapped around my cock.
“I’m so what, sweetheart?”
Her fingers glide the length of me. “Oh my god. You’re so big.”
The awe in her face hits me in a place I shouldn’t let it. She’s soaking up every reaction, every twitch of my body, like this is her first lesson in how to handle a man. Maybe it fucking is. Maybe I’m the fucking syllabus.
Her inexperience should be a blazing red flag, screaming at me to walk away. Instead, my cock swells harder in her grip.
She shifts, fingers curling like she’s about to free me from my shorts.
I catch her wrist to still her. “Don’t you dare take it out.”
Her gaze jerks up to mine. “W–why not?”
“Because if you take my cock out, I’m putting it inside you. And that is not fucking happening.”
Her mouth drops open, shock painted across her face.
I huff a dark laugh, my gaze dragging over her flushed cheeks. “How’d you think this ends?”
“I can’t even believe it’s started. I wasn’t thinking that far ahead.”
“Clearly.” My cock twitches in her palm, and I grit out the words through clenched teeth. “You’ve never had your hand on something this big before, have you, sweetheart?”
Her throat works. She gives the tiniest shake of her head. “No.”
“Didn’t think so.” My grip tightens on her wrist. “You wouldn’t have a clue what to do with it.”
In retaliation, her fingers flex deliberately around me. Defiance sparks in her eyes. “There’s no need to be an asshole.”
“I’m not,” I growl, my cock throbbing against her palm. “Just stating facts.”
“You could let me try. I learn fast.”
