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I huffed out a little laugh. Yes. I needed his hot, wet mouth on my cock. But that wasn’t what he’d meant. “No. All good. Thanks, though.”

He made a deep hum of acknowledgment, and the vibrations of the familiar masculine sound went straight to my balls.What do you know?He was already helping.

I’d left Jack the battery-operated lantern so he’d have light to lay out a tarp and unroll the spare sleeping bag. But that meant that I could make out his shadow through the fabric that separated us.

The man hadn’t moved a single muscle. Almost like he was waiting for something.

Waiting forme.

I reached my hand down into my underwear and cupped myself before stroking slowly up my shaft. A sigh escaped me as I relaxed into the warming cocoon of the sleeping bag. The silky feel of the nylon slid across my bare arms and legs. Jack’s breathing was rough, almost loud enough to make out over the rhythmic sound of the rain outside the cave’s entrance.

“Fuck,” I breathed softly as stage fright gave way and my cock hardened beneath my fingers. This wasn’t just anyone listening—this wasJack. And knowing he was right there, hearing me touch myself, focused on me, wondering exactly what I was doing, was more exciting than I could have imagined.

There was a sudden flurry of movement and then the rustle of a sleeping bag much closer than I’d expected, as if he’d chosen to settle down right outside the tent’s zipper door rather than onthe other side of the open cave. The lantern shut off… and then there was only darkness.

More rustling sounded, practically next to my ear, followed by a soft curse and then the faintplopof fabric hitting fabric.

Jack was pulling off his own clothes.

Jack wasgetting naked.

Just inches away from me.

My dick hardened even more.

“Unghh.” I couldn’t hold back the moan that escaped when I realized my tip was sticky wet. I used the slick to ease my strokes before remembering the lube I’d brought with me. The click of the bottle cap sounded like a shot in the near silence of the cave, and the first spurt of the lube wasn’t much quieter.

Jack sucked in a breath. “What are you doing?”

“I told you what I’m doing.” My voice sounded rough to my own ears, needy and unsteady. I wanted the release badly, but I also wanted to tease myself into waiting for it. I shoved down my boxers and took a deep breath.

“Now? Here?” His voice was high-pitched, incredulous.

I didn’t answer. Instead, I used the deep sound of his voice to add to my fantasy that it was Jack’s own furtive hand exploring me in the darkness of the tent while the storm raged outside.

“So good,” I whispered, arching up into my grip. The lube made a squelching noise that was nearly obscene.

I didn’t care if he could hear me—I welcomed it. He was attracted to me, and we both knew it. He could have been in here with me. Instead, he’d chosen to use ridiculous, arbitrary rules to keep us apart.

So be it. But I wasn’t going to make it easy for him.

“Fuck,” I groaned, kicking away the top layer of my sleeping bag until the chilly air washed over my hot skin. I moved a slick finger down my taint to my hole and toyed with my rim. Even though I was technically a virgin, I wasn’t inexperienced. I lovedplaying with myself, which was partly why I was so desperate these days to experience the real thing.

I squirted out more lube, getting myself good and wet before stretching myself open. The sound of my lubed finger moving in and out of my tight hole was obvious to anyone paying attention…

And Jack was definitely paying attention.

“Bird,” he croaked softly. “Are you… is that…nngh.”

His sleeping bag rustled again, and he let out a loud exhale before the telltale sound of his own fist shuttling over his cock made its way through the tent wall between us.

“Are you touching yourself, Jack?”

“Ohgod.”

I bit my lip. “What does it feel like?” I whispered. “Is it as good as my mouth would be?”

My face ignited at my brazen question. Who the hell was I right now? Since when did I make graphic suggestions to anyone, much less the man who’d already expressed his unwillingness to go there with me?