“Yes.”
Hatley mumbles a curse beside me and adjusts so that he’s angled toward us.
“Move your hand, Ten. Let him touch you.”
God.
Just the thought of Em’s hands on me has me biting my lip as I curl my arms up behind my head.
Hatley pulls the blanket back the rest of the way as Emmett sits up. Leans close. Waits.
A soft silence falls between us, but that doesn’t stop my cock from flexing under the weight of Em’s stare.
“Tell him you’ve never been with a guy before,” Hat whispers, and honey eyes shoot upward.
I shake my head.
“One kiss.”
Hat snorts. “We were six.”
“I-I’ve not … I h-haven’t … not like this,” Emmett stammers out and a part of me instantly feels guilty.
This is too much.
What dude just pulls his cock out in a bed with two other guys and expects anything to happen?
“I’m not gonna touch anyone,” Hatley murmurs, his hands held up in surrender. “Well, except myself. My dick ishard.”
“No pressure,” I whisper again to Emmett’s profile as his eyes trail from my best friend … tome. My chest, down my sternum. Around my throbbing cock. Down my legs.
It makes me squirmy. Antsy.
Hot.
Horny as fucking hell when I hear my best friend grab the lube from his nightstand and slicks his own cock while mine sits stiff and waiting.
“Touch his leg, Em.”
Those honey eyes meet mine, like he’s asking for permission, and I nod.
Fuck, give me something. Anything.
His hand hovers over my thigh. Close enough that I feel the heat, the slight brush of his fingertips along the hair.
My entire body shivers.
And when he finally,finally, plants his palm against my inner thigh, I damn near swallow my tongue.
“That’s it,” my best friend encourages, his words echoed by the click of his sliding fist. “Do you wanna touch more?”
I watch as Emmett’s gaze flicks from where we’re connected to Hatley, then to my face when he says, “Yes.”
A bead of precum leaks from my tip and trails up the sensitive head.
I give another whole-body shake.
“How about his nuts?”
