Page 29 of Promised Secret
My shouting didn’t faze him. He lazily looked me over.
“Or you could get naked with me.”
“I—fuck—and why the hell would I do that?”
The fucker shrugged. “The same reason you told me to get naked, I suppose.”
“You don’t evenknow—you know what, it doesn’t matter,” I said, letting out a frustrated sigh. I couldn’t look at him any longer because the danger of sporting a tent was areallyhigh possibility.
But knowing what Ineededto do andactuallydoing it were two different things.
My eyes kept dancing back to him. Clay continued to watch me watch him, and to my absolute shock and horror, his cock started plumping up.
“Clay,” I said, a whimper in my tone.
“Yeah?”
“Why are youhard?” I asked, peering at his now fully erect cock standing tall against his abs.
I’d felt him hard against me once, but we’d both been drunk, and we never spoke about it again. I never thought I’d actually be able toseeit. Now I fucking seeallof him and could confirm that he was absolute perfection.
I was so fuckingfucked.
“Like your eyes on me,” Clay answered casually.
I forced my lids shut because otherwise I was going to pounce on him, and then we’d see how he liked it then.
“Don’t shy away. Look at me, Dan.”
He was fucking relentless, and I could do nothing but obey.
Imagine my surprise when I was met with his hand on his cock.
“Clay,” I hissed, my pants already feeling too tight. “This is wrong.”
“Maybe,” was his only reply. He continued a lazy stroke up his length, squeezing out a bead of precum I wanted to lap up.
“We’restepbrothers.” I didn’t know whether I was trying to convince him or myself.
He shrugged again. “But before that, we’reus—Dan and Clay. Who’s to tell us what’s wrong when it’s right for us?”
I wanted to ask him if this was right for us. Had our relationship evolved to this point? To one of us watching the other jerk off?
My breaths came out shallow and labored, and my eyes were hot as I watched Clay slowly stroke himself from tip to base. He fondled his balls between his fingers, a delicious huffing moan coming from his lips as he squeezed them.
I couldn’t breathe—couldn’tthink—and that had to be the only reason the next words left my mouth.
“Will you really let me do anything?”
Clay’s green eyes almost glowed when he traced his gaze up my body to meet my eyes. I must have been transported into the desert, because why else was I so fucking thirsty and Clay was looking like my oasis?
“Anything,” Clay emphasized.
“Can I… Can I touch you?”
His answer was to release his erection and spread his legs wider in invitation. I was moving before I could even process it. The distance quickly shortened until I was standing right between his thighs.
Clay rested his arms on the back of the couch and looked up at me with a questioning brow. He didn’t shy away from me, and there wasn’t a single hint of hesitancy in his gaze either.
