“Not going to blow you. Not now.”
Disappointment rushed in, now swept back by surprise, and shock, hope, and anticipation, fed to his cock, which performed a jig of its own, reacting to the promise.
“I so much as lick you, you’ll explode.”
No doubt to prove his point, a fingertip touched the tip of Rich’s dick, and his whole body lurched. Wet and willing, at the mercy of Ethan’s teasing. How much more embarrassment and delay must he suffer through before Ethan had his wicked way?
Didn’t happen. Ethan rose, one arm going around Rich’s waist, drawing the two of them close, naked, over-sensitised skin rubbing against the odd rough but soft texture of jeans below and warm torso up top.
“Never got through kissing you.”