“Jesus,” Stef manages, staring appreciatively at me in a way I could totally get used to if I’m not careful. And tonight, I’m fucking cautious too. He’s probably right—this is probably a terrible idea.
Also: I love terrible ideas.
“You’re so fucking hot,” I breathe. “I wish your mouth was here to suck me off.”
Stef’s starting to breathe heavier now. At last, he runs his hands along his stomach and down to cup his balls, and then his fingers find his cock. He shivers and chews his lower lip. “Mm.”
“Fuck.” I lean forward, fascinated. “Yeah, babe. Like that. Keep going.”
My fingers press harder along my trousers, tracing the outline of my erection, and I let out a sigh of unrestrained pleasure.
“Oh God, Theo…” Stef murmurs, starting to stroke himself more rhythmically. He shudders.
“Mm, we’re only getting started,” I tell him. “You like what you see?”
“A lot…” Stef confesses.
“You want more? You like watching me?”
“Yes. Oh yes.”
I unfasten my trousers, sliding the zipper down and pushing the cotton of my boxers aside to release my cock. My fingers run the length of me. With a languid groan, I arch my back. “Yeah…”
Stef stops and goes to full-on staring. “You should be illegal.”
“I am.”
It’s a thrill to see him so turned on, and my balls are tight, craving the release. But I’m definitely not ready for this to be over so quickly. All the tension of the last few weeks is taut in my body. I close my eyes, leaning my head against the leather of the wingback chair, my dress shirt sliding down against the pull of my biceps. Losing myself in the thrill of putting on a show for Stef, I imagine he kneels in front of me, ready to take me in his mouth. Ready for me to do very bad things to him.
When I open my eyes, Stef watches me in frank admiration, cock in hand. A perfect sight. His hair is slightly messed up, pink-cheeked under his tan olive skin.
“Keep going,” I urge him.
He resumes playing with himself. “I’m not going to last long, Theo—I’m not used to?—”
I lift my eyebrows at him. “Go hands-free, then.”
“What?”
“Don’t touch your cock. Touch anything else.”
He rubs his jaw, his lips parted in a way I’m definitely into.
“Suck your fingers. Pretend it’s me.”
“So fucking bossy,” Stef gasps.
“Keep going.”
He pushes his thumb into his mouth, putting on a teasing show of sucking his thumb, then his forefinger.
I nod my approval. “Yeah. Like that.”
He goes to reach for his cock again.
“I didn’t say you could do that.”
In response, Stef rubs his chest and abdomen, skimming his thighs and back up again while his erection strains to the sky. “You’re going to make me come anyway…”
