I shook my arms so the metal chains clanked. “I’m a little tied up right now.”
“If you turn around, you can wiggle backward until you’re sitting between my legs. You should be able to reach my zipper in that position.”
Unbelievable. “Are you seriously using our current circumstances to angle for a hand job?”
“I was angling for you to retrieve the lock picks in the seam of my pant zipper,” he said. “But if you’re offering a hand job…”
I scooched around and awkwardly wiggled back. The thick chain clanked above me. “I was not offering.”
“Are you sure? Your mind definitely seems to drop into the gutter when we’re talking.”
My ass bumped into his groin. “Don’t you dare try to turn this around on me.” I moved my hands to pat around the area. My fingers brushed over his groin and the definite bulge in his pants.
He leaned forward, his breath fanning my neck. “I’d like to turn you on, Mouse, not around, but we haven’t really had the chance.”
I ran my fingers along his groin, which most definitely twitched until I found the top of his zipper.
Ace sucked in a breath but held still.
“Shh. I’m trying to focus,” I whispered.
“And I’m trying not to get hard.”
“How’s that working for you?”
His dick twitched under my hand again. “Not well. Now all I can think about is your hand wrapped around my cock.”
I snorted and shifted a little to get a better angle that didn’t make my hands feel like they’d snap off. I tugged on the zipper, and it jerked down.
“Is this the right time to tell you I’m not wearing anything under my pants?”
My hand froze. “You’ve been commando this entire time?”
He nodded, his breath fanning my neck again as he spoke. “Does that matter to you?”
“Not really. I’m just imagining the terrible chafing you must’ve endured. No wonder you’re in a perpetually bad mood.”
“Am not.”
“Are too.”
“I’m not right now.” As if to emphasize the point, his hard penis sprung out as I finished pulling down the zipper and whacked me on the hand.
“Seriously?”
“Sorry. This is the most action it’s seen for weeks.”
“I was really hoping I would’ve caught a hair in the zipper, not a hard on.”
“Beggers can’t be choosers,” he said. “Now, unless you want to get really cool about a lot of things very quickly, or at the very least avoid an incredibly awkward situation, try to remove the pins on the inside of the zipper without rubbing my cock.”
“I thought you wanted a hand job.”
Ace groaned. “Yeah, and as much as I would also like to blow my load all over that pretty ass of yours, call me a prude, but I just don’t think this is the right time.”
My cheeks burned and I squeezed my eyes shut on the visual in which only made things worse.
“Behave,” I warned.
