“It’s just an illustrated spadroon. I love how they look,” he says. He reaches down and pulls his shirt up completely, thenshoves his waistband down further to show me the whole tattoo, revealing an expanse of skin that makes my cock throb.
I run my fingers lower across it and he breaks out in goosebumps all over.
“Logan,” Chase suddenly says with an astonished tone in his voice. I freeze, but I keep my hand on his skin.
“What?”
“How long have you been hard?” he asks. He turns and leans to the side a little to look back at me. His eyes are wide as he moves his gaze from me, to my lap, then back at me again.
His palm skates upward to rest on my bulge, and he gives my erection a gentle squeeze.
I can feel my whole body heating. “It’s not a big deal. Just ignore it.”
“Ignorethis?” he asks, squeezing it through my slacks again. “Are you sure?”
I exhale. “I’m trying to control myself, Chase. You think I make a habit of doing this with straight guys?”
He turns forward again and brings his hands to the top of his pants, quickly undoing his button and zipper. He shoves the top of his pants and boxer briefs down and frees his cock.
“Clearly you have nothing to be ashamed of,” he says. “I can’t touch you without getting hard.”
“Fuck,” I whisper.
“Give me your hand.”
My cock jumps as I see the defiant look in his eyes. He reaches over to the tip and runs his thumb over it, playing with the precum there.
“Are you always this demanding or is it just with me?”
“Touch me.”
“Hush.” I reach lower and grip his cock firmly.
He moans the moment I touch him, and he drops his head backward for a moment, his hair hanging down behind him.
“That’s better.”
He still has his fingers at the tip of my cock, relentlessly teasing me. He hasn’t made a fist around me or stroked me at all, instead just maddeningly running his fingers through the slickness at my tip, over and over.
“It bothered me when you showed up at my door,” I murmur near his ear, stroking him from root to tip. I hate how desperate my voice sounds, and I know he probably loves it.
I lean over a little and pull in a breath, smelling the scent of his hair.
“Really?” he asks as he tips his head forward again, looking over at me.
“Bothered me how much I enjoyed seeing you. Not trying to make a straight guy think I got attached.”
“Don’t fucking care if you’re a dude or not. You made me come really hard, and my cock has needs. So… I’m the one who’s too needy.”
“No. You’re demanding. Unpredictable. But you’re not too needy, Chase.”
“Demanding,” he murmurs as I feel him pulse in my fist. “Yet you’re the one so willing to wrap your hand around my cock.”
“Do I need to remind you I’ve had you in my mouth already? You know I’m willing.”
“Yeah, but I forced you to do that.”
“And it was one of the hottest nights in my life.”
