Page 11 of Crossed Lines

“Fine.” I push away the thought that this is the dumbest thing we’ve ever done, too pumped-up now to back down. “You’re on, asshole.”

Looking at Spencer’s half-lidded eyes makes my brain feel like TV static. I should go to bed and sleep this feeling away. But even as I think it, I’m flopping onto the other chair, beer forgotten. I squeeze my thighs and try to calm my sudden racing heartbeat.

“What do we do?” I’ve never jerked off in front of someone else. Especially not my guy best friend.

Spencer quirks an eyebrow and lounges back in his chair like he owns the place. His legs fall open, exposing the thick bulge visible even through his black jeans.

I’ve seen dicks before—thank you, high school soccer team locker rooms—but I was never actively looking. Not like I am now. Jesus, no wonder the guy’s so confident. If I was rocking that, I’d think I was God’s gift to mankind as well.

Spencer grips himself through the fabric, drawing a hiss from his lips. My cock jumps in sympathy. His gaze flicks to my crotch.

“You should take care of that.” His voice is hypnotic, a low purr that caresses my ears. “It’s not fair if I have a head start.”

“Yes, captain.”

“Cute. Slowly, sweetheart, unless you want to lose.”

I huff, snaking a hand over my clothed cock. Molten pleasure zips through me like a bolt of lightning, and I have to bite the inside of my cheek to keep myself from moaning in relief. I’m not used to the slower pace, but it feels sinfully good. Usually, my jerk-off sessions are quick and furtive in the shower, the evidence washed away before Spencer can wake up and hear me.

“Good,” Spencer says. The word curls around my heart. “Unzip your trousers and take out your cock.”

He does it first, kicking off his jeans and wraps a fist around his cut length. The head is an angry pink and pearling at the tip, slick and shiny. I scramble to obey, fumbling with my pants zip for a second before I wiggle my pants down my hips. My cock springs up and hits my stomach with a wet slap. Almost instinctively, I wrap a hand around it.

He groans. “You're not wearing underwear? Luke, you kinky fuck.”

I duck my head, feeling hot all over. “Didn’t think anyone would notice.”

I’m so hard I could burst, the hardest I’ve ever been in my life. Not that it means anything. This is the first time another person has seen me jerk off. Any guy would feel like this in my position, right? It doesn’t have to mean anything.

“Stroke yourself for me,” Spencer says. I love how wrecked he sounds, the husk in his voice deepening to gravel. “Go slow, so you don’t spill too early.”

Licking my lips, I wrap a hand around my cock and can’t help but moan, high-pitched and feverish.

Following his instructions, I fist my cock carefully, lifting my hips with every stroke. Spencer’s pace is torturously slow. He coaxes me through every step with that voice of his but, instead of pissing me off, it’s the sexiest thing I’ve ever heard.

It dawns on me what he’s doing; the bastard’s coaching me to my own defeat. And it’s working. I can barely think through the haze of lust building in my mind, every nerve in my body finely attuned to Spencer.

With his free hand, he cups his balls, stroking the skin roughly. Another pang of arousal spears through me and my cock strains in my palm, somehow even harder than before. I don’t know how much longer I can last.

A fine sheen of sweat covers me, and I have to let go of my cock, gripping the chair arms and praying to everything that I won’t come. Not this early.

“Don’t you fucking dare stop now,” Spencer hisses, jerking his chin roughly at my crotch. “You stop again, you forfeit the victory to me.”

I groan. “Please,Spence. I’m about to—”

“Don’t care. Quit bitching and stroke your cock, cheater.”

He’s right. I hate that he’s right. Panting, I take myself in hand again, curling forward in the chair at the wave of pleasure that crashes over me.

“That’s it, Luke. You like touching yourself when I’m here, don’t you?”

I don’t respond. Ican’t.

Spencer doesn’t skip a beat. “You like it when I watch. I bet it gets you all hot. Bet you’ve thought about it before, me listening while you get yourself off.”

The rest of the world falls away. My cock throbs and I squeeze the base of my shaft, trying to stave off the inevitable. But I’m close. Spencer licks his lips, and all I can think about is how much I want to feel them on mine again.

I don’t get why I feel like this. It’s not like I want to do this with any guy. Only Spencer, only right now, and only so bad it makes me delirious.

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