“You want me, Nathan?” Sasha’s voice was ragged and breathless.
Nathan would settle for a quick hand job at this point, because at least then he might stop shaking. He wanted Sasha in the worst way—the best way. Incapable of speech at the moment, he only managed a strangled whimper.
“Prove it,” Sasha hissed by Nathan’s ear. He sat up on Nathan’s chest, his cock hot against Nathan’s collarbone, his hand reaching back to…oh. Sasha grabbed Nathan’s dick and squeezed.
Nathan’s hips jerked up into Sasha’s hold, wanting more, as much as possible, but Sasha kept his strokes tight and agonizingly slow, gathering the wetness with his thumb again, only this time spreading it down over all of Nathan, making him wonderfully slick.
What made it even hotter was that Sasha kept scooting further up Nathan’s chest, having to extend his reach to still pump Nathan, but bringing Sasha’s own length that much closer to where Nathan could finally get at it.