Klein

Chapter 32: Klein

I wasn't ready for the silky-smooth slide of my fingers, or the slight dampness that followed the almost invisible caress. I mean, I had a cock of my own, but I was nowhere near as fascinated by its actions as I was with the way Mac responded to the lightest touch.

I also wasn't ready for Mac's reaction when I hooked my exploring finger in the elastic of his underwear, fully prepared to pull the fabric out of the way so I could see what I was touching.

He made a strangled sound and violently pulled my hand away. He rolled us over so I was on my back, looking up at him in shock as he suddenly straddled my waist—both of my hands were caught in his and pushed down next to my head. I wiggled a little to see if I could dislodge him and get away, but he had me effectively pinned. I realized I should've been far more cautious than I was curious since it was him I was dealing with.