Page 25 of Uncharted Desires
He opens his mouth and closes it immediately as if to stop himself from saying what he really thinks. “Maybe,” he says instead.
“Alright, then.” I slide lower in my seat. “I’ll wait.”
Blake’s eyes drop to my groin and linger there for a few seconds. “I have,” he says to my cock.
“During classes?”
He licks his lips. “Yes.”
“At the gym?”
“Yes.”
“In your bed?”
A shudder runs through his body. He hesitates for a moment, and then—
“Yes.”
My cock leaks in my pants, and I’m grateful I’m wearing all black. “Show me. Show me what you do when you think of me.”
Blake closes his eyes, and a tiny moan escapes him.
I know I’m reaching, butdamn. I’m dying for it.
He stands like this for a while, lost in his thoughts, heavy pants expanding his chest. And just I’m about to tell him to forget it, that he doesn’t have to do it if he’s uncomfortable, when a moan tears out my throat as Blake looks me dead in the eye, wraps his palm around his cock, and gives himself a slow, full stroke.
“Fuck,” I mutter, not able to contain myself.
As if fueled by that, Blake spits in his palm before grabbing his dick again and twisting his palm around his head.
My mouth waters. “That looks fun.”
His words are shaky when he says, “You have no idea,” and grabs his length into what looks like a firm grip before sliding his hand up and down, slowly, deliberately, teasing us both.
And that’s about as much as I can take.
I rise to my feet and stand in front of him.
The fact that he doesn’t stop what he is doing, pleasuring himself faster now, fuels my desires even more.
I take another step forward, bringing my body close to him but never touching, and lean in to whisper in his ear, “Go sit down.”
He rounds me then, his side brushing against mine. On purpose, I’m sure. He sits on the same spot I sat, his cock still in hand, eyes on me the whole time.
“Stop,” I say.
His hand halts mid-stroke and he whines as he lets go of his cock and rolls his hands into fists by his sides.
His dick rests on his stomach, curving slightly to the left, glistening from his saliva. And I’m just dying to replace it with mine.
I move directly between his spread thighs and lean in, my palms resting on either side of his hips.
I don’t miss how his eyes drop to my lips for a second before rising back to meet mine.
“What do you want, Blake?”
His exhales land on my face in hot puffs, mingling with mine. “I want your mouth,” he breathes out, but before I can blink, he adds, “On my cock.”
