“I’d rather play with and shoot off something else,” I mumble under my breath.
“What was that?” he asks.
“Nothing.”
When we make it back to the SUV, I scramble inside and try and inconspicuously pet my dick into submission, but damn, this blanket is noisy. It’s crumpling and crinkling with every move I make. Who designed this thing? Why on earth would anyone make a blanket that you can’t discreetly jerk off under?
“What are you doing over there?” August asks, eyeing me, a pack of cards appearing in his hands.
“Sitting completely still,” I lie as I crinkle loudly. I press my palm onto my cock and push it down.
“Hm,” he hums with a small smirk, and I roll my eyes. “What are you doing under that blanket?”
“Wouldn’t you like to know?” When he raises an eyebrow, I sigh, “Okay, obviously nothing gets past you. Maybe you should step outside for a moment. I won’t need long.”
“You’re hard?”
“Of course I am. I can’t stop thinking about last night. So please leave, so I can take care of my issue.”
August looks outside and then swallows. “No, thank you.”
“No?” I ask, almost breathlessly. What the fuck did he say no for? And so politely too.
“I’d like to…watch. If that’s okay with you.”
Well, sign on the dotted line, the escrow is closed. I’m sold.
I don’t even respond. I just quickly spread my legs.The blanket crunches and crinkles with each small movement and I grumble under my breath.
“Goddammit, this thing is killing the mood. If this didn’t save our lives, I’d set it on fire.”
I shrug it down my shoulders and cold bites at my neck, but I don’t feel it, because August is wetting his lips and his gorgeous green eyes are boring into mine. And it’s all I can think about.
Oh, hell yes. I am so going to jerk off while we just stare at each other. I fumble with my sweats and curse when I can’t get them lowered quickly enough. My dick catches on the waistband, and I hiss in frustration.
Finally it pops out, smacking my abs heavily, and I waste no time grabbing it and stroking myself in long, slow motions. A moan escapes my mouth and then another when I see August’s eyes become hooded.
“Feel good?” he asks, and I nod.
He glances down at my groin and then stretches out one of his legs and kicks my feet farther apart.
He leans a little closer, and then his eyes flash to mine.
“You have a piercing.”
“Why yes, I do,” I breathe, holding my cock in my hand and letting him take a good look at the barbell protruding from the skin just under the head. This piercing hurt like a bitch, and if I can, I like to show it off. This moment right here, has made it so worth it.
“Did it hurt?”
“I cried,” I admit and then say, “You can touch it if you want. I know you want to.”
Oh, please want to.
August pulls his bottom lip between his teeth, and then one finger lightly strokes over my frenum piercing.
I groan at the sensation, not that I can feel much, but I imagine I do. I can do all sorts of things with my imagination, like undressing August, spreading him out, and eating his cock.
His finger traces around my head, and I swallow a moan. It doesn’t work. I’m fucking loud when I’m horny.