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Of course, he had to have the dick to back it all up.
His long fingers wrapped around the base, pulling a slow pump toward the tip. A bead of pre-cum pooled before stringing down to my chest. Well, damn. If that wasn’t one of the hottest things I’d ever seen.
Shawn’s hand picked up pace rapidly, and I didn’t call him out when his eyes slammed closed. It was a little fucked that he’d made me watch him, but he couldn’t keep his eyes on me. For all I knew, he was picturing me behind those lids. Watching him jack himself, bringing himself pleasure after he’d sucked me dry, had my dick twitching to life a second time.
His free hand cupped his sack, rolling his balls between his fingers. I was transfixed. My own real-life porn display as Shawn’s fist flew up and down his shaft. Could I touch him? Would that be weird? I hated that I was still questioning this. The man had just had my dick in his mouth for crying out loud. Putting my hands on him should be the least of my worries, but maybe Art had messed with my head a little too much.
So I stopped thinking. My hand slid up Shawn’s thigh and wrapped around the one that encased his dick. It was warm andheavy. Something foreign, but a feeling of rightness settled into my gut as my hand moved in tandem with his.
The sound that crawled out of his chest set my blood on fire all over again. That was me. I did that to him. And then, just as suddenly, warm spurts of cum shot from his cock, splattering across my chest.
When his hazel eyes blinked open, they met mine—blown wide with utter amazement. That had happened. I’d let Shawn Stevens blow me and then jack off over me.
Chapter 18
Shawn
Was this the moment he panicked? Where he told me to fuck off, or even worse, hit me again?
“Daniel? Babe?”
He blinked at me a few times but didn’t move. We sat there in awkward silence as my thoughts rushed a million miles a minute inside my head. Was it too much? Did I push him too far? He’d said he’d wanted it, but he’d also said he’d wanted to talk. I’d pushed him away from talking to settle my own selfish desires.
When he still didn’t respond, I rolled off him. Was he all right? The longer he lay there staring at the ceiling, I wondered if I’d short-circuited his brain.
“Is it—is it always like that?”
His words were quiet, a mumbled question. I wasn’t even sure if he was asking me directly or if it was rhetorical.
“You all right?”
When Daniel finally rolled to his side to face me, those deep brown eyes swirled with so many questions. I probably wasn’t the best person for him to experiment with. I was definitely a fan of the hit-it-and-quit-it lifestyle, but there was something abouthim that had me debating if that was something I wanted to keep doing. Maybe it was because he was making me work so hard for it.
“Fine. More than fine.Jesus.”
Daniel rolled onto his back again, and I mourned the loss of being able to read his expression.
“You sure about that?”
He laughed, running a hand down his face before tilting his head to look at me once more. “Yeah. I mean, wow. Fucking shit, dude. I just need a moment to process, is all.”
I sucked on my bottom lip and studied him for a moment. So this wasn’t a freak-out. That was great, but it didn’t mean he was super happy about things, either. My thoughts continued to spiral, thinking up all the worst-case scenarios. Maybe Daniel snapped out of his post-orgasm haze and realized what had just happened, who I was, and remembered that he hated me.
That wasn’t what happened. When Daniel rolled toward me again, I couldn’t help the flinch when his hand reached toward my face. He frowned as he trailed his fingers down my jaw, marring his handsome face. “Can I—can I kiss you again?” Daniel swallowed audibly after his question, and his fingers trembled against my skin.
After all of that, this guy was still nervous.
“Yes. Fuck yes. Wholeheartedly yes.”
Daniel chuckled before gently slapping my chest with the back of his hand. He leaned in close and brushed his lips against mine. They were soft and oh-so hesitant. There was no rush or sense of urgency in this. There was no end goal of sex, just the simple sampling of our mouths.
When Daniel pulled back, his cheeks had a soft pink hue. There was something special about him being so embarrassed and unsure. I wanted to bottle up these moments and savor them. The fear still sat in the back of my mind as he turned andgave me his back. He didn’t crawl from the bed, just lay there and a strange silence fell across the room.
Could I touch him again? Would that be crossing a line? We weren’t the guys who snuggled. Right?
“I can hear you thinking, Shawn. Get your ass over here.”
I huffed a laugh as I scooted closer. Daniel was still naked, and my sweats were sticky. I kicked them down my legs and prayed that he didn’t mind the extra contact.
