His low moan is one of the hottest sounds I’ve ever heard.
Slowly, deliberately, I trace my hand down his chest and over his stomach, keeping my touch feather-light as I follow the line of buttons on his shirt until my palm brushes his waistband.
He shudders, his breath hitching, as I drag my hand lower and cup his hard cock through his pants.
I have no idea if I touched his dick when we were at the rave, but having his erection pressing against my hand isn’t foreign or strange.
It feels good, and more than that, the sense of power it gives me is next level.
He’s letting me touch him.
Hewantsme to touch him.
“Tell me you don’t like this,” I whisper, my lips next to his ear. “Tell me you don’t want this.”
He lets out a little whimper as his dick pushes against my hand.
I chuckle, the sound dark and breathy, and reward him with a light squeeze. “That’s right, you can’t,” I murmur. “And do you know why you can’t?”
He pulls in a shaking breath, then lets it out in a quick exhale that causes his body to sag back against mine just the slightest bit more. “Why?” he asks, his voice trembling with fear and something else I can’t place.
“Because you want this.” I squeeze his cock again. “Go ahead. I dare you to deny it.”
He makes a choked sound, like a gasp mixed with a cry. “People can see us,” he says breathily.
“No, they can’t.” I trace my finger over the bulge of his dick, running it over the smooth material of his pants. “They can see my back, but they can’t see you.” I drag my finger along the ridge of his cockhead. “Do you know what I think?”
He doesn’t answer, but then again, he doesn’t need to.
“I think you like it.”
He makes a sound of protest, but I just place my hand over his cock and gently cup him.
“This doesn’t lie,” I murmur, my lips brushing against the shell of his ear with each word. “You can pretend all you want, but I know the truth.” I give his ear a nipping bite.
He jumps, a loud gasp falling from his lips. It quickly turns into a moan when I rub my palm over his cock.
“You like being out in the open like this.” I press my dick against his ass. “You like knowing that anyone can see what a slut you are if they look close enough.” I rub his dick again. “Don’t you?”
His moan is low and drawn out, and I chuckle softly when he pushes his cock against my hand.
“Yeah, you do.” Slipping my hand under the bottom of his shirt, I brush my fingers over his fly. “You’re so damn hard for me. What would you do if I pulled your cock out right now?”
His breathing picks up, and I tap on the button of his pants. “That’s right,” I say huskily, letting my lips brush against his ear. “You wouldn’t do anything because you want it.”
“Fuck,” he mutters, his body going tense against mine.
“You know what else I think?” Pulling my other hand off the wall, I reach down and undo the button on his fly. “I think you’d love it if I made you get on your knees right now. You’d fight and try to stop me, but deep down you wouldn’t just want it, you’d be begging for it.” Deftly, I unzip his fly and pull theVof the material apart. “But that’s not all.” I gently trace my fingertips over the silky material of his underwear. “I bet you’d love it if I bent you over right here in front of everyone when I was done using your mouth.”
He lets out a muffled grunt, his body nearly vibrating from how tense he is.
“You would, wouldn’t you?” I ask, letting my lips brush against his ear with every word. “I bet you’d moan for me if I fucked you right here in front of everyone.”
He lets out a shuddering breath, and I slip one hand under the waistband of his underwear.
A soft groan falls from my lips at the brush of his hot skin against mine, and his answering moan when I wrap my hand around his hard length sends a pulse of need through me that’s so strong my balls throb.
I’ve never had the desire to touch another man’s dick before, but touching Damon’s is as natural as breathing, and without thinking about what I’m doing, I pull his cock free from his underwear.
