Chapter 39

“Sorry.” My dick was hard.

“It’s okay,” he said.

“Is it? Am I?” My heart was racing, and whatever I was feeling was new. Where had my arrogance gone? Why was I suddenly an uncertain mess, while nervous Mathias was so suddenly confident and bold?

“Of course.” He touched my chest. “The water is probably still a little cold.”

I didn’t care about the water.

“But that might come in handy.” Mathias smiled, and even though I could have stared at his cock all day, right then I was happy to look into his eyes. He reached for my hand again. “Why don’t we go in after?”

“After what?”

“After.” He released my hand and took hold of my dick in his left one. “Don’t you want to…?”

“Yeah. I didn’t know if you did.”

“I do.” Mathias led me over toward the hammock. “I have…for a long time.” He led me by my hard-on. “It’s hot.”

“Maybe your hands are cold.”

“Are they?” he asked.

“No.”

He sat on the white netting and gently pulled at me as I stood in front of him.