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“I’ve only done this a few times,” she says, addressing my dick rather than my face. Her cheeks are flaming red. “So I’m not…practised.”

I reach out and stroke her cheek with my thumb, the side that isn’t bruised. “I’ll show you what I like. All right?”

She nods.

I close my hand over hers and tighten her grip. “Firmer. Like that.” Then I set the pace, both our hands moving up and down my shaft. I talk her through it as I go, because there’s no point being coy about it.

“Tighter at the top. Aye. Now when you get down to the base, try turning your wrist a wee bit. Just—fuck. Aye, like that.”

I take my hand off and let her do it by herself. She’s concentrating so hard there’s a line between her brows.

There’s a bead of pre-cum on the tip. Pointing to it, I tell her, “Rub that over the head wi’ your thumb.”

She does, with enormous seriousness, and when her thumb slides over the ridge of the head, I suck in a sharp breath through my teeth.

She stops dead. “Did I hurt you?”

I laugh. It comes out shaky. “Naw. That was good. Very good. It’s just sensitive there.” I let my head fall back for a moment, then look at her. “You can touch my balls too, you know.”

Her eyes drop to them. She goes, if anything, redder.

“I’ve never really known what to do with those. All I know is they’re very sensitive and easily hurt, so I’ve always left them well alone.”

At this admission, I grin like an idiot. Can’t help it. “I’ll tell you if you hurt me. Promise. Go on, cup them. Roll them gently. Give them a wee tug.”

“Tug them?” She looks up at me, alarmed. “Are you sure?”

“Aye, I’m sure.”

She goes about it like she’s being marked on it. Studious. Careful. So focused on touching them right that she forgets about my cock altogether, though she keeps a loose hold of it in her other hand.

“Seems I’m teaching you about more than self-defence tonight,” I tease.

“Shush.”

After a while, she grows in confidence, apparently satisfied that I’m not going to shriek in agony if she slightly misjudges the pressure. Then she remembers my dick, and suddenly she’s working both at once. A groan comes out of me that I didn’t plan.

It does something to her. Her strokes get surer. Her pert tits move with every pull of her hand, and I can’t look away from them, and then I can’t look away from her face, and then—the wee menace—her thumb goes back to that ridge. Deliberately this time. Slow. The exact spot I just told her was sensitive.

I jerk under her hand. She glances up, and there’s a mischievous little look on her face I’ve not seen before. Not so shy after all. She’s in control, and she knows it.

“Do you want to know a secret?” she says. “I’ve thought about you like this. With my old vibrator. That’s probably why it wore out and I had to order a new one.”

And that’s it. That’s me done. My balls draw up tight in her hand.

“Briony,” I get out. “I’m…gonnae come.”

And I do. Hard. It goes on my stomach, over my chest, even hits my fucking neck. It goes over her fingers too, but she keeps her hands on me the whole way through, not letting go.

Christ.

The gym comes back slowly. The spotlights. The cool air on my skin.

“Shiitake mushrooms. That…was a lot.” Briony is looking at the mess I’ve made of myself.

“Aye.” I can barely speak. “I needed that.”

She lets go of me carefully and looks around. “Can I clean you up?”