What I wouldn’t give to ravage him entirely.
Flattening his palm, Ari licks the flat of his tongue across his hand and returns it to his dick. I nearly fall off the bench, but my eyes follow the action, and I watch, mesmerized, as Ari starts to pump himself.
I don’t even realize my own hand has traveled to my crotch, pressing down and rubbing along the length of my straining cock. Shit, this wasn’t part of the deal.
But when I flick my eyes back up to Ari, he’s biting his lip, nodding.
“Do it,” he mouths.
Thoughtlessly, like I’m being pulled by a motor and not by my own volition, I unfasten my pants and reach inside to palm and stroke myself, watching Ari’s rhythm and matching it. I hear a whine and look back up to see Ari straining his neck.
“Can’t see.”
Shit. This is so wrong.
Opening my pants all the way, I pull my cock out of my black boxer briefs and stroke it right out there in the open.
Ari and I have seen each other’s cocks, obviously. This isn’t our first foray into the world of kink. But this is the first time we’ve watched each other with the intent of getting off to and for each other. It’s the first time we’ve purposefully crossed the line. He’s always liked being watched, and I liked watching. Back then, Imight have had a girl in my lap, but she was little more than a shield so Ari and anyone else there didn’t know that it was him that was doing it for me.
But there’s no hiding it now.
“Jesus. Fuck.” I hear someone to my left say, and briefly glance over to see several people watching Ari with their mouths hanging open. More than one of them is touching themselves, and a surge of something has my chest rumbling with an animalistic growl.
“Mine,” I say, when two of them look my way.
Their eyes drop to my dick, watching me for a moment before returning their eyes to Ari, then back to me, then Ari. Back and forth they jump like they’re watching a tennis game. I’m at the edge of my seat, seriously considering standing in front of Ari so no one can see him but me.
“Eyes on me, big brother,” I hear Ari pant, and I’m fucking done for.
My eyes are wide as I turn back to him, mouth gaping as I process what he just said.
“What did you—Fuck!” I shoot everywhere, ropes of cum spurting on the floor between us, all over my suit pants, and filling my hand.
I come so hard I can barely keep my eyes open to watch Ari follow me over the edge, painting his stomach in pearly fluid.
By the time it’s over, I’m gasping for breath. From the orgasm, the rush, and the absolute terror over what we just did. I don’t let it show on my face though, knowing it’ll hurt Ari if I give him any sign that wasn’t okay. It was more than okay. It was…
Okay, it was absolutelynotokay.
It was filthy and wrong and terrible in the most delicious way.
FOURTEEN
ARI
By the time we stumble inside the condo, I’m laughing so hard I can’t see. Tears are streaming down my face, and my abs are sore.
“I can’t believe you did that!”
“What?” Will says incredulously, lips twitching to hold back his own laughter. He puts on a terrible Brooklyn accent and mocks the guy. “Uh, hey. Can I clean that up for ya’?”
I crack up. “And you growled at him!”
“I did not growl.”
“You absolutely did,” I bend forward, clenching my stomach, trying to catch my breath. “Like a damn junkyard dog with a bone. I thought you were going to start barking or pee on my leg or something!”
“That’s not funny,” he says, unable to hold back his laughter.
