Page 48 of Tongue-Tied

“You had a physical reaction. We both did.”

He glances down the length of me. “Y-you did too?”

“Yeah, I did. And like I said, it’s okay. We were standing close and grinding.”

“Suppose you’re right. I just didn’t…” He bites his lip. “Did you really?”

I push back the lock of hair that’s fallen on his forehead. “I wish you didn’t doubt yourself so much. You’re hot and cute as hell. The thing is, you were having fun, and I loved that you were getting into it and letting loose. You deserve that.”

“Fuck.” He closes his eyes. “I was having fun, but then got embarrassed that I was getting so hot and bothered in public.”

“Well, we’re not in public now.” I grip his neck. “Just you and me. And I want to take care of you.”

“W-what do you mean?”

I shrug, wondering if I’m out of my mind right now, but also really wanting him to experience…well, everything. “Use me.”

“I, um… Is this still a second date?” he asks unsteadily.

“Do you want it to be?”

He nods. “I liked how relaxed I felt after we swapped out our stickers.”

“Then we danced, got boners, and now we’re somewhere private and can take care of ourselves.”

His pupils blow wide. “Do you mean like…jack off together?”

“It’s whatever you want it to be. You call the shots.”

He averts his eyes. “I’d rather you did.”

My dick throbs. “Are you sure?”

He scratches the back of his neck. “Yeah.”

“All right, turn toward the wall,” I say, and he stifles a gasp.

When he does as I ask, pinpricks shoot along the fine hairs on my arms and legs.

I clutch his hip from behind. “Take yourself out.”

He only hesitates a moment before unbuttoning and unzipping his jeans. He seems unsteady on his feet, so I loop my arm around his chest, noting how hard his nipples are. That makes my dick even stiffer, knowing how turned on he is.

“Touch yourself.” I hear his restrained whimper as he sinks against me. My palm presses into the wall as I anchor us in place. I’m also feeling a bit unsteady. Since he’s taller, I can’t see his hand on his cock, but his arm is moving and he’s trembling. “That’s it. Make yourself feel good.”

After another long moment, Austin spins around to face me, and I wonder if he’s having doubts or if I’ve read him wrong and pushed too far.

His blue eyes are shiny, his bottom lip wobbly, and his cinnamon-colored hair sweaty at the temples. “No fair. You made it seem like we would both be jerking off.”

“If you’re sure,” I say, and he nods.

I make quick work of taking my dick out of my pants. Knowing he’s watching me, I plump to full mast. There’s just something about having that hungry gaze on me.

As I grip my cock, I allow my gaze to wander down the front of him, and what I see makes me lose my breath. His shaft is thick, the head filled with blood and bulging, and I can just make out the nest of dark hair at his groin.

I’ve seen my best friend and ex-roommate in various stages of undress over the years, but we’ve certainly never stroked our own dicks in front of each other.

Fucking hell, is this real?

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