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A tingle rippled down my spine, my cock perking up, traitorous. Why was that idea exciting?
“That’s not what I meant,” I said. “I didn’t think you’dfinishat all.”
“Well, I’m a little surprised you’re still standing there.”
I swore I could hear the smile in his voice. He was amused by all of this?
“What am I going to do, run away?” I protested.
Kace hummed a low, sonorous note. “One time a few years ago, a straight guy in my college dorm accidentally saw me jerking it through an open door, and I swore he was going to vomit. He never looked at me the same way again.”
I rolled my eyes even though I was facing away from Kace. “He was probably just jealous.”
“Jealous?”
I swallowed. “Yeah. You have, like, a monster cock. In a good way, I mean. A porn cock. Better than a porn cock, I guess. Not that I look at that many porn cocks, but, I definitely look atsome, you know? Not that—” I broke off into a sigh, realizing that I was rambling like hell, trying to fill the air with words because it was the only way I could stop focusing on howrightKace was.
I wasn’t running away. I was still right here. And some part of me liked this.
Kace let out a sound somewhere between a groan and a sigh. He was silent for a few moments, and when I turned around again, even more slowly this time, I saw that he had lay back onto the bed completely, and was jerking off again, now with his eyes closed.
Seeing him comfortably lying back like that, knowing I was right here, made me feel like I was in a trance. Inches upon inches of tan skin and planes of muscles I kind of wanted to feel with my fingertips, to see how a body like thatfelt—not just how it looked.
My adrenaline was wearing off, and I was still getting harder, mashing up against the front of my jeans.
Damn it.
I realized I’d been watching for a few moments, entranced, now that Kace’s eyes were closed. When he wasn’t looking back at me, it was like I had room to explore. Room to watch, without being watched back. And I was fucking fascinated, watching through the open window like Kace was putting on a show just for me.
Kace’s eyes fluttered open and he looked right at me. My cheeks flared with heat. I took a step back from the window, my heart knocking against my chest.
“You’re welcome to keep watching,” he murmured, his eyes fixed on mine as he stroked himself, root to tip. “Kind of seems like you want to.”
My stomach went molten.
Maybe I do. The words were right there, and I couldn’t say them.
I didn’t know what to do, because things like this didn’thappento me. Didn’t happen in my regular, old, boring life. Everything felt surreal, like I’d tapped into some parallel version of myself. And the moment I’d glimpsed it, I craved more. A deep craving that I’d never be able to shove away.
I cleared my throat. “I have to go,” I said, lying through my teeth.
“Okay,” he said simply, like he knew I wasn’t going to leave. “Or you could come inside.”
There it was: my permission.
It was as if I was already his plaything, tied to him by some invisible string. The moment he suggested it, I was already in motion. I rounded the back of the house and walked to the rear bedroom door, swinging it open and stepping in.
I walked forward until I was positioned right in front of Kace, standing above the bed as he slowly stroked himself right there in front of me. Confidently. Like he did everything. His skin was flushed with pink in some places, and I was so close now that I could see a bead of precum on the tip of his cock, glistening and dripping slowly down his shaft until it hit his fingers.
“You like this,” Kace said, his voice staccato underneath his breaths. I wasn’t sure if he meant it as a question, or if he was just as fucking bewildered as I was right now, feeling like I was watching all of this happen from above, floating somewhere above my own body.
He paused for a moment when I didn’t respond, a question in his eyes.
“Don’t stop,” I said, my voice hoarse. I was surprised by my own statement.
Kace’s only response was a deep, satisfied moan. He stroked himself even faster now, knowing that I wanted him to keep going. I took another step forward until I was positioned right in between his legs.
I wasn’t touching him. Not even a little bit. But I was so close I could see every dip and plane on his body. I could see the freckles under his eyes. I could smell his musky, woodsy-clean scent, now a little familiar to me, which was starting to drive me fucking crazy every time I got a whiff of it. I wanted to bury my nose in his hair, or near his skin, or really anywhere I could.
