Page 89 of Dean

I reach down to grab onto his dick and drag my hand up his length. His lips part, his pupils dilating even further as I tease him. Fuck, he feels nice in my hand. The right size, smooth and soft, yet firm.

Avery can do no wrong.

“Problem is, I don’t have any lube in here,” I murmur.

“Oh. Well, good thing I thought ahead. My shorts pocket.”

I shake my head in amusement as I bend down and grab his shorts, pulling out a small bottle.

“You planned this?” I ask.

“I planned nothing. But a boy can hope and prepare. Now, take off your clothes, Dean. Slowly.”

An eyebrow arches. “You want me naked?”

“Yes. Naked while you jack me off. Let me have this. Don’t rob me of my dream.”

“You’re bossy.”

“The bossiest bitch.”

“Do you always get what you want?”

“You have no idea.”

I set the lube to the side and reach behind me, pulling my shirt off. Avery’s hands are curled around the edge of the tool chest as he watches me strip. This whole thing is hedonistic and filthy, yet I want his eyes only on me. Nowhere else.

Maybe this was worth the wait.

My fingers slide to the top of my pants, popping the button open as I kick off my shoes, my pants following behind shortly after. I’m trying to go slow, but I’m also eager. Eager to try more with him, to love it just as much as I have everything else. None of it’s hard with him. All of it is disturbingly easy.

My boxers fall to the ground, puddling around my feet and Avery lets out a muffled curse.

“Good fuck, Dean. Why are you so hot? I mean, seriously. This shouldn’t be real or allowed. There should be a law against such sexiness.”

I arch an eyebrow and step toward him, wearing only my socks. I don’t know if hot is the word I’d use to describe myself.

Tired, maybe. Horny, definitely.

“Never thought much about how I look.”

“Well, you should. You’re delicious. I want to lay you out and lick every inch of you.”

My eyes widen and a laugh slips from my mouth.

“Yeah, all right. Maybe you can try that soon.”

“Oh, I can’t wait. I’m ready, but I’m also ready for this hand job. If you are.”

I swallow and nod. “Yeah, I’m fucking ready.”

He lets out a shaky breath, scooting a little closer toward me, as far as he can anyway without toppling over. I step toward him, grabbing the lube and squirting some into my hand.

Avery watches my movements, his eyes never leaving my hands. Those pretty eyes follow my fingers as they wrap around his cock and stroke. His eyelashes flutter wildly.

“Oh. Oh god. Yes. Yes. Just like that. Like that.”

“You like it?”

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