Page 87 of Luna: Posy 2

"No. It's an on-demand thing," Wyatt said.

"Thank you both for explaining everything so calmly and simply." I smiled at Wyatt, then glanced over my shoulder and met Ash's brown eyes. "It helps me to not be completely mortified."

"No need for any degree of mortification." Ash ran a hand up my stomach, his fingers skating along my skin. "Do you want to touch it? Wyatt won't mind at all, will you, Wyatt?"

"I'd beveryhappy if you touched me, baby."

Turning my head back, I looked at Wyatt's lazy smile, then trailed my eyes down his chest and abs to where he stood tall and proud.

"Do you want me to help?" Ash asked quietly.

I bit my bottom lip, then nodded. Ash moved us until I was on my knees with his giant body engulfing me from behind like a warm blanket. His arms came around me and guided my hands around Wyatt's throbbing shaft.

"Say stop whenever it's too much, princess."

As soon as my fingers made contact, Wyatt's penis pulsed and twitched, and he threw his head back in his pillows with a grimace.

I froze.

"I hurt you?" I gasped.

"Naw, baby," he groaned. "Feels good.Reallygood. More, please."

Ash ran my hands down, then up, and I paused at the top. It was such an interesting shape, and there was a little hole in the tip.

"Is that where the pup-making juice comes out?" My eyes darted to Wyatt's face.

"Semen," muttered a resigned voice.

"Yeah, and if you keep rubbing me like that, you'll get to see it happen in a minute."

"I thought it comes out when you're inside me?" This was confusing.

"Yeah, but you can make it come out in other ways," Ash said, "like jacking off."

I blinked rapidly for a few seconds.

"Jacking off?"

"It's called masturbating." Mason seemed to want me to know the right terms for everything. "What you did to me on the couch and what you're doing to him right now."

"Only he usually does it with his own hand," Cole muttered.

"So do you!" Wyatt laughed.

"Oh." I thought for a second, then nodded. "I want to see it come out. Come on, Ash. Show me."

Wyatt groaned again and closed his eyes tight, and Ash's chest shook with laughter against my back.

"Did I say something wrong?" I asked.

"No, cutie," Wyatt said through gritted teeth.

"Here." Ash kept one of my hands rubbing up and down, but moved my other hand under Wyatt's scrotum. "Massage his ball sack while stroking him."

It was squishy, but held what felt like two eggs inside that Ash showed me how to fondle. A low, rough sound vibrated through Wyatt's chest as I did, and I smiled a little, happy I was pleasing him.

"Those are testicles," Ash said. "People call them balls or nuts or a ton of other slang terms."

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