Page 204 of Waiting Game

While he shimmies his impressive pecs, I sit on my heels, mimicking the move to fuck with his routine.

“No fair,” he complains before he turns around and starts doing a semi-peek-a-boo with his jeans that involves half-mooning me.

I attempt to pinch that bubble butt but he dances out of reach. “No touching the talent.”

That has me crowing as I cascade into giggles. “You’re insane!” Still, I fling myself backward to enjoy the full show.

It doesn’t escape my notice that I did this a bunch of times for him, and here he is, readdressing the balance.

God, I lo?—

No.

I don’t.

It’s too soon for that.

But fuck if my feelings for him aren’t getting bigger than his massive cock.

“Show me the goods!”

He winks at me over his shoulder before he wiggles out of his jeans and toes them off, revealing a welter of ink I’ve explored with my tongue. He whips the denims into his grasp at the last minute then uses it like a feather boa around his neck.

With his dick flapping in the breeze, I murmur, “Get that over here.”

He treats me to a helicopter move, dick whirring in a full circle, then while I’m distracted, pulls a cell phone from out of nowhere.

“Do I want to know where you put that?”

“Set it on record.”

Ahhh.

Thatis what this is about.

His tone has shifted though…

Fuck, he’s adorable.

“Nervous?”

“I mean, I don’t want to get performance anxiety.”

I see his dick is down for this even if his head isn’t, so I grin at him. “You’re the one who instigated this.”

“You suggested it first.”

“I’m not against it, but if you’re nervous…”

“I’m not nervous.”

“You look nervous.”

“I’m not!”

I raise my hands in surrender but I stare at his dick. My brows surge. “It got soft.”

“I have to concentrate.”

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