Page 124 of In Plain Sight

“That’s it,” Zander said, his voice a sexy rasp. “Show me what you like. How you want me to touch you.”

Arching my back, I pushed my length through my hand and opened my eyes. I wanted to see him, see how much he was enjoying watching me.

He was leaning back in his chair again, the nearly empty glass in his hand and a look of naked desire on his face.

“Pull your cock out,” he commanded. “I want to see all of you.”

Giddy with excitement and good feels, I hooked my thumbs over the waistband of my briefs and pushed them down until they were around my thighs. My cock sprang free, hard and wet with precum.

“Take them off.”

With all the grace of a drunken gorilla, I kicked off my briefs. Zander didn’t seem to mind my fumbling, and I forgot to be embarrassed when he slowly dragged his teeth over his bottom lip. That move was my kryptonite, and my cock pulsed, another bead of precum welling up from my slit.

“Touch yourself,” he ordered. “But no coming. Not until I’m buried deep inside you.”

An involuntary whine fell from my lips, and my ass clenched around nothing at the promise of more.

Keeping our gazes locked, I gripped my shaft and slowly dragged my hand up my length, giving my cockhead a little twist, then slid my hand back to my base.

Zander’s sharp inhale told me he liked that as much as I did.

Feeling bold, I sped up my hand, jerking myself with a loose grip so I didn’t get too close.

“That’s it. Show me how much you want me. Pretend it’s my hand wrapped around your cock.”

Moaning up a storm, I used my thumb to spread the precum on my tip around to use as lube.

“Spit in your hand. Make it messy.”

I did as he said. It didn’t add a ton of lubrication, but it was enough that I could jack myself in earnest.

“That’s it.” Zander shot back the rest of his drink and put the glass on the floor, his eyes locked on my cock. “Play with your balls.”

My breathing hitched as I used my free hand to tease my balls, rolling and tugging on them for him.

“Spread your legs. Show me your hole.”

Planting my feet on the bed, I spread my thighs wide and let my legs fall against the bed, opening myself up to him.

His breathing was harsh now. He gripped his own thighs hard.

Was he going to start touching himself too?

I moaned again and let my head fall back against the wall.

“That’s it,” he said, his voice harsh in the quiet room. “Work that cock for me.”

Giving in to the moment, I lifted my hips, thrusting up into my hand.

“Stop.”

I did, dropping back onto the bed and not bothering to stifle my groan of protest.

He smirked and leaned back in the chair, his persona slipping back into place. “Slow.”

I resumed stroking, slowing my pace a bit.

“Slower.”

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