Page 78 of 10 Ways to Accidentally Fall in Love

“The fact that I canfeelwhatever it is they’re feeling,” he answers. “If they stroke their cock, I can feel it in my own, a phantom touch. Can you feel it?”

He glides his fist up and down in a purposeful stroke, and my entire body rolls in a shiver.

“Yeah,” I admit, voice hoarse.

He smiles, a small, mischievous thing. “And this?” he asks, reaching for his balls and rolling them in his palm.

“Yes,” I rasp, tingles racing across my skin. I feel strung tight, overly aroused even though I haven’t even touched myself. Watching Joey’s hand move up and down, watching his dick disappear and reappear piece by piece, watching his thumb swipe over the head, and the hand he has between his legs… Icanfeel it all. Imagine it. It’s a circuit of pleasure from him to me in a way I’ve never experienced before.

But I want to be responsible for his pleasure, too. I want to feel him in my palm. Want to feel his pulse and the throb of his cock against my fingers.Fuck, I want to know what it’s like to cause his eyes to shutter in bliss. Want to make him tip over the edge and know it wasmewho brought him there.

There’s no dismissing who Joey is as he stands in front of me. He’s a man, yes. One I’m attracted to. Maybe that should scare me a little or make me pause.

But the truth is the idea of being with a man never bothered me. I just never saw myself with one.

Not until Joey.

“I want to touch you,” I tell him. “I don’t know what I’m doing, I just… I want it. Can I?”

In answer, Joey lets himself go, and I step forward, wrapping my hand around his cock. Feeling him in my grip is alarming. Not because it’s frightening or new. But because of howrightit feels. This ismyJoey. And touching him has never, not once, felt wrong.

He sucks in a breath as I stroke him, awkwardly at first until I find the right angle. His hand grips the side of my arm, his other on the shower wall for balance, muscles tensed and his breathing growing more rapid as the seconds pass.

“Bub,” he says, voice rough, uneven. My eyes flick up to his, and my breath punches from my lungs.

He looks…awestruck. Utterly bewitched.

“Fuck, Joey,” I whisper, his pupils so large the brown is barely visible. “Your dick is in my hand.”

“Yeah,” he breathes.

“It’s just…that’s your penis. Like, hello. I’m jacking your erect cock right now.”

He groans, fingers tightening on my arm.

“It’s a very nice cock,” I assure him. “Not that I’ve had many. Or any. But I like yours a lot.”

He sinks his face against my neck, biting lightly, and I jolt.

“Fuuuck,” I groan out, his stubble and lips dragging along my neck. Across my jaw. To my lips. He kisses me, hot pants against my mouth, his tongue meeting mine as I work him over. Icanimagine what it’s like for him, just as he said, the ghost of it turning me on all the more.

When he stutters out a ragged breath like he’s close, my heart leaps.

“Can I touch you?” he asks, as if he wants nothing more.

“Yeah. Yes.Please.”

His hand leaves the wall to wrap around my cock, and we both stumble. I end up pressed against the tiles, Joey boxing me in, the tug of his callused grip making me gasp and shiver. It’s torture and bliss in one, as oversensitive as I am. As close to the edge already.

“Oh fuck, oh fuck,” I mutter, losing my rhythm on his cock.

“Do you know what it feels like to touch you?” Joey rasps, his hand tangling in my hair, his other a relentless dragging pressure that has my balls wanting to unload.

“Yes. Yes, I do,” I pant. “Because it’s how I feel touching you.”

He grunts at that, his cock jerking in my fist, the unmistakable swell of him giving me just enough time to look down before he’s shooting over my still-stroking hand. His cum hits his abs, one spurt, two, a third running down his slick skin. I suck in a breath and follow him.

My orgasm hits me like a goddamn medicine ball to the stomach, and I watch, almost out of body, as my cum joins his. It’s so fucking erotic, seeing it streaking down, watching it run along those gutters like I imagined that I come again. A second time? An aftershock? I don’t even know. But it races through me like a live wire, cascading energy pinging around every corner of my body from my balls to my cock to my fingers and toes. I curl into Joey, holding his shoulder for support, hanging my head and staring through bleary eyes as our cum rolls down his skin.

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