And my mind should not have gone to the places it did.
I swallowed hard and tried to count backwards from a hundred.
I got to ninety-eight.
“I told you it was good,” I said, taking half a step closer and ignoring the warning siren screaming in my ears. “Sometimes you just have to get out and try things. You might surprise yourself and find something you like.”
The bartender appeared with a tray of drinks for me, and I casually picked them up like I’d been planning for the interruption, pretending I hadn’t noticed the stunned blush spreading across the bridge of Danny’s nose. “Enjoy your drink, Danny. I’ll see you at training next week. It’ll be good to get you in front of a camera again.”
I resisted the urge to look back as I walked away, but I could have sworn I heard Danny hiss “motherfucker” under his breath.
CHAPTER FIVE
Danny
Fuck Ezra Kowalskiand his perfect forearms and annoyingly handsome face andthatsmirk. The one that should be fucking illegal.
Fuck him.
Except no, not fuck Ezra. Because I shouldn’t be thinking about fucking Ezra. That was a rabbit hole I was not going to go down. Not now. Not ever.
Not even if all I could see when I closed my eyes was the smile he’d given me in the bar when he’d leaned in close and lowered his voice like he was sharing a secret. And I wasn’t even going to begin to remember the way he’d smelled, like something deliciously spicy and sweet.
A fucking forbidden fruit if ever I’d seen one. Smelt one.
Fuck, he had me so turned around I didn’t even know which way was up.
And yet, here the fuck I was, lying on my sofa, shorts around my knees and dick in hand as I replayed the words he’d saidto me.Sometimes you just have to get out and try things. You might surprise yourself and find something you like.
Did that mean he knew? Could he tell by looking at me that I was both utterly confused and ridiculously horny in equal measure? That when he’d told me it would be good to get me in front of a camera, my mind had immediately gone to the idea of sending him nudes and videos of me jerking off while he was working.
Dammit, if Jonny and Devon could fuck in the changing room toilets, then I could film myself getting off in one of the stalls.
And if he maybe wanted more… wanted to watch me in person… wanted to film me himself…
Fuck! Why the hell was I thinking about any of this?
I should have been thinking about women. About tits and pussy. Not Ezra’s slightly greying stubble and the curl of his lips and how nice his hands were… His chest was nice too, kind of muscular, and I wondered what it would feel like if I touched it.
My hand slid under my T-shirt, grabbing my own pecs and squeezing, flicking my thumb over my nipple to draw a groan out of my throat. Okay, shit, if his chest felt like mine, I bet it would feel really good to play with.
Ezra definitely looked like he worked out.
Shit, just thinking about him in gym shorts and a vest top made my cock jump, precum spurting over my fingers. I bet he wore the sort of shorts that were just loose enough not to be indecent but that I’d still be able to get a good look at his junk through them. Especially if he didn’t wear underwear.
Sure, it might be a bit uncomfortable if he had a big dick, but it would give me something nice to look at while I worked out. And maybe if he lay at the right angle on the bench while doing a chest press or while stretching, I’d be able to see up his short leg.
“F-Fuck,” I said with a gasp, stroking my cock faster as desperation surged through me. I needed to come, and I needed to come hard.
I squeezed my chest again and pinched my nipples, sending another burst of pleasure coursing across my skin. But it still wasn’t enough. I wanted, no,neededmore.
For a split second, I froze.
Then my need to get off overrode any lingering irrational fears about someone figuring out what I’d done, and I pulled my hand out from under my T-shirt. Lifting my fingers to my mouth, I sucked them, letting spit drip down my skin and run down my wrist. I spread my legs slightly and slowly slid my hand between my thighs, my other hand still furiously jerking my dick.
I gasped as my fingers grazed the furled skin of my hole.
It was more sensitive than I remembered, and the rush of pleasure was far more intense than the other night. The feeling of weirdness had started to fade too. It didn’t feel wrong. It felt good.
