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“It was a good idea, though.” Jason came in with the always helpful reassurances. “We could have figured something out, that’s what matters.”
“Glass half-fucking-full,” I said, smiling as the streets grew wider and the homes grew larger.
“Exactly. And the psychologist wasn’t a bad idea either. I think the Stonewall crew really liked him.” There was a trap in there, like a rug thrown over a pit filled with spikes.
“He was cool, really smart.”
“Obviously knew his stuff,” Jason said, inspecting his hands as though they were the most interesting things in the world. “He also clearly wanted to examine the head between your legs.” Jason’s lips quirked to the side as his eyes narrowed to thin slits. “I thought he was about to pause the presentation just so he could give you a halftime handy.”
That got a laugh out of me. “A halftime handy? That actually doesn’t have a bad ring to it.”
“Yeah, I’m sure it doesn’t.”
I licked my lips, keeping one hand on the wheel and moving the other to Jason’s knee. “I wouldn’t have taken this halftime handy even if that were an actual thing.” Jason’s legs opened wider. He was basically manspreading all over my passenger seat.
And I wasn’t bothered in the slightest.
“Although if you were offering it,” I said, my voice dropping into a low growl, “I wouldn’t think twice.”
He looked at me as we came to a slow stop under a red light. Absolutely no one was out at this time, the streets as empty as a ghost town. There was a glint in his gaze, and it wasn’t coming from the stoplight. He smiled and crossed his arm over mine, his hand landing on my upper thigh. He rested his head back on the seat and laughed. It was a sweet sound that reminded me of all the good things in life: movie nights in bed, dessert before dinner, a Valentine’s date under the Eiffel Tower.
His hand climbed higher. “When you pressed your leg against mine under the table, I may have lost it a bit.”
“Really? You kept your cool pretty well.”
“So you were doing it on purpose?”
My turn to laugh. “Duh. Jason, as long as you’re next to me, all I care about is having a part of me touching you. That’s it.”
His hand rested between my legs now. I opened wider for him. “Does it matter which part?” he asked, his voice holding a slightly husky sound to it.
“I do prefer some parts to be touching over others,” I said. “I’m not a big fan of elbows and earlobes.”
Jason and I both laughed before he said, “I didn’t know that about you. Let’s keep the elbows and earlobes out of this, then.” His fingers closed around my strained zipper. Without another word, he tugged it down, and the ziiiiip of my jeans opening competed with the sound of my cock springing free and slapping my shirt-covered stomach.
“No underwear, of course,” Jason said, not sounding like he was disappointed.
“Figured I could make it as easy as possible for you.”
He grinned and started to stroke, soft and slow and so fucking sensual. He rubbed his thumb around the sensitive head, underneath it, gentle as he brought his thumb up over my leaking slit. He gathered the clear precome onto the tip of his finger and raised it, lifting it to his lips and sucking.
It took everything I had in me to not completely haywire and drive off the road.
19
JASON QUILL
Matt’s cock was literally perfection. Thick and long and heavy and warm and soft and hard and all the fucking things that made it perfect. Holding him in my hand was like holding nirvana. I leaned back in my seat and stroked, looking at him as the streetlights danced across his face, shining momentary lights on the expression of sultry bliss that slipped over his gaze. My cock started throbbing against my leg, but I kept my focus on Matt, who lifted off the seat and pulled his pants down further, giving me access to his equally perfect pair of balls. I moved my grip down his shaft, going between his legs and cupping his full balls.
This was how I expected the night to be. When Matt told me he planned on staking out Colton, my boner had instantly deflated, and my wet dreams were dashed. Obviously, I understood it was the right thing to do, but I couldn’t help my lizard brain from dejectedly thinking, No dick, no dick, no dick!
“Damn,” Matt said on the tail end of a deep breath. “Jace, you know exactly how to make my body light up. I feel like I’m on fire right now. Fuck.”
I grinned at the earnest compliment before letting him go and bringing my hand to my mouth. The wet sound of my spit hitting my palm filled the car. My slick grip returned to Matt’s cock, and I was rewarded with a grunt of pure pleasure.
