For as close as we were, it was hard to read the expression in his eyes. I took his wrist and encouraged him to flatten his palm and feel me properly. I guided his hand over a pec and lower to my abdomen.
Gale held my gaze, lips parted, breathing unevenly.
“Want to feel what you do to me?”
His eyes grew wide, but he didn’t answer.
I moved his hand lower—staying on top of underwear—and pressed it against my erection.
A burst of air passed his lips.
Groaning, I rocked my hips and encouraged him to close his fingers around my cock. “That’s it. Fuck yeah. That’s all you, Gale. Squeeze a little.” I grunted. “There you go.”
I kissed him again and let go of his wrist, expecting him to withdraw. He didn’t and actively continued fondling me on his own. Every passing second increased his confidence and my pleasure.
I wanted to touch him in return, but feared rushing.
The kiss turned sloppy and uncoordinated.
With blood roaring in my ears, I delved deeper into his mouth and lapped at his tongue. Our teeth clashed more than once. When Gale boldly cupped my balls, I groaned, and he smiled into the kiss.
“Good?” he asked.
“So good.”
I explored under his shirt, traced his ribs, brushed his nipples, and lingered near the waistband of his sleep pants, wanting desperately to do to him what he was doing to me.
When I snuck two fingers below the elastic, his hand on my cock stilled.
“Should I stop?” I asked.
He shook his head, but his stomach muscles tensed and spasmed.
I inched under the waistband, and Gale sucked in a breath when my fingers came in contact with the hard flesh of his erection.
“Wait. Wait.” He exhaled a puff of air. “Shoot. S-shit.”
I stilled but didn’t remove my hand, doing all I could to read his expression in the dark. His eyes were pinched closed.
“Talk to me, Gale. Are those good noises or bad?”
“I… Good. If you touch me, I’m… I’ll…”
“You’ll come.”
He nodded, wincing. “I’m sorry.”
I chuckled. “Why are you sorry? That’s kind of the point. I want to make you come.”
“But—”
“Gale, if it’s that intense already, let me take the edge off. We don’t have to stop there.”
“This is so embarrassing.”
“I think it’s hot. Can I keep going?”
“Yes.”
