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“Amazing.” I couldn’t lie. “But we shouldn’t…”
“And we don’t have to if you don’t want to.” Zeb was far too jolly for the hour and the subject matter. It wasn’t fair, but I wanted him to beg me, cajole me, maybe even dare me into kissing him again. Anything to take the choice out of my hands. But he was far too nice for that. “There is another option, one that might help us both sleep.”
“Oh?” My voice came out huskier and more seductive than I’d ever heard it. “Tell me.”
“Well, there is one thing that always makes me fall asleep. And earlier, you mentioned enjoying solo porn. Something about a race? Trying to come at the same time? What if we had…a competition?”
“Yes.” The word rushed past my lips and good sense both. “That. We could jerk off. Not much different from watching porn if we don’t touch.”
“I mean, we could touch…” Zeb trailed off with a wistful sigh. “But I can be good. I said no pressure. If you’d like to try the jerking off idea though…”
Damn it. He was going to make me say it twice.
“Yeah.” I managed to make my tone almost indifferent. “Gotta sleep sometime.”
“Yep.” He chuckled as if he didn’t buy my lack of care. “How do you want to do it?”
Every way. All the ways. Ways I don’t know yet. A strangled noise escaped my throat.
“I meant, do you want to keep the light on?” Zeb’s voice was unsteady. He was majorly overthinking this, which was adorable. “Whatever makes you the most comfortable.”
“Lights on. I wanna see.” Already, I was breathing hard, simply from picturing Zeb touching himself. Yeah, I totally wanted to see that. “And I want to hear too. Hearing is the best part, so don’t be quiet.”
“Oh, you are good at giving orders.” Zeb lay back against his pillow, running a hand down his torso and over the front of his pajama pants, which already sported an impressive tent.
“Get it out.” If he liked me in charge, then commanding I could be. This might have been Zeb’s idea, but I really liked directing him. Slowly, as if trying to tease, Zeb withdrew his dick. Other than porn, I’d never seen another erect cock in person. Zeb’s was ruddy, a duskier pink than I’d expected, and thick, especially at the base where a hint of hair peeked out of his fly. He wasn’t as long as some porn dicks, but I found his cock way more intriguing, especially the oval head, slightly off-center slit, and thick meandering vein. “Touch it.”
“Uh-huh.” Zeb grunted softly as he fisted his cock. And that was unexpectedly sexy, the way his shaft seemed to perfectly fit his hand. He gave a couple of strokes. My gaze was riveted to the motion of his hand as I cataloged all the little details. His fist was tighter at the base, looser on the upstroke, thumb slightly angled. And I liked how his abs tensed and relaxed with each pass of his hand. His other hand was splayed across his belly, and his forehead was creased with concentration. Fascinating.
“This won’t be much of a race if you’re not competing.” Zeb stopped to glare at me.
“I am. Trust me.” I ran a hand down to my groin, but I didn’t actually touch my dick. As turned on as Zeb was making me, I didn’t trust myself not to shoot too soon. “I’ll play catch-up. Just wanna watch you for a second.”
And watch I did, inhaling with Zeb, our shuddery breaths syncing. I was utterly mesmerized by his every movement and soft sound, and I made a noise of protest when he stopped again.
“I want to see you too.” His demand came out closer to begging, and hell, if I could deny him.
“Yeah.” I pulled my aching cock out. Unlike Zeb, who had a perfectly proportioned dick, I had an awkward erection—too thick for my fingers to meet, not quite big enough to warrant a second hand, and a wide head that made my few forays into condom-wearing difficult.
“Geez, Atlas.” Zeb whistled low. “Warn a guy that you’re packing a missile.”
“Sorry—”
“Did I sound like that was a complaint?”
Considering Zeb’s eyes were the size of coasters and locked on my dick, I supposed not, but I merely made a noncommittal grumble, unsure what to make of the praise. “You wouldn’t be the first. Apparently, it can be uncomfortable…”
“And God gave us lube for a reason,” Zeb said reverently, moving his hand like he might be about to pat my shoulder before abruptly dropping it. “Trust me that size is not an issue for me for any activity you might dream up.”
“Don’t tempt me,” I growled a warning.
“I’d apologize, but I do like tempting you.” Raising his gaze to meet my eyes, he grinned at me. “I’d like to tempt you and that monster more.”
