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“Yeah, yeah I do,” I say and peek over at him. I know because I want him that way too. I am just as obsessed.
“Maybe it’s because I’ve never been with anyone as big as you. I grew up in New York, and I swear, the men there aren’t this size.”
I’m not sure if he’s referring to my cock or my actual body shape, and I don’t care enough to ask because now he’s causally stroking my dick, like this is no big deal. Like he usually jacks dicks under waterfalls all the time.
I should say no, tell him to stop, but all I do is gulp it down.
“You grew up on the East Coast?” I manage to ask, and Holden sighs.
“Yeah. Not the best upbringing. Shitty mom, shitty siblings. I don’t talk about it much.”
I’m trying to concentrate, to collect these little bits of information, but I can’t quite manage to focus entirely. His hand is making me crazy. But this is important, these little nuggets of information he’s imparting. I have to fucking concentrate.
My hand lands on his wrist, and I stop his movement on my dick so that some of the blood can flow back into my brain, and I can think.
“What do you mean?”
“I don’t talk about it.”
“You can talk to me.”
He eyes me and then looks away. “Like I said, shit mom, shit siblings. Her whole side of the family was filled with abusive, neglectful assholes. I should have left far earlier than I did, but I was a scared kid. But I finally left and came here, and I’m never going back. I’m never fucking leaving this island to go back to the States. Someone would have to kidnap me to get me back there.”
It’s said with such venom that I’m shocked still, and Holden’s cheeks flush slightly as if he’s divulged too much information. But I liked it. I love learning more about him and who he is. He’s a mystery, like I said, and I wanna know more.
“When did you come here?” I ask, and Holden meets my stare, his thumb stroking the vein on the underside of my cock, making my eyes nearly cross.
“When I was twenty.”
“How old are you now?”
“Twenty-six.”
I let out a shaky breath as he squeezes my length.
“How old are you?” he asks.
“Twenty-two.”
“Ah, and why areyouhere?”
I pause and debate telling him but then decide that why the hell not? “Needed to breathe. Needed to see something different.”
“And did you…see something different?” Holden asks, and our gazes collide.
“Yeah.”
“Was it me? Was I the difference?”
I nod, just once and pull my lips between my teeth, letting my thoughts stew and simmer.
“You are the exception.”
Holden’s eyes blaze as he removes my hold on his hand and starts to stroke me with a purpose, like he’s rewarding me for saying that. But I didn’t just utter those truths for a hand job. I meant them. He is. He’s my exception.
“Oh fuck,” I murmur as Holden twists his wrist right at the tip of me, making me groan loudly. “This isn’t why I came here.”
“Of course it is,” he says, and I shake my head.
