I started to unzip him.
Please stop me.
But even though I felt him tense and I heard him draw his breath—-
Oh my God,stop me!
All he said was, “You’ve changed.”
I heard bitterness and regret, and something else. Something I couldn’t explain, but it was enough for my hands to go still, and I held my breath, asking shakily, “H-have you changed your mind then?”
His eyes blazed.“Fuck no.”
Oh, thank God!
No!
I meant, oh no!
Marcus’ dark eyes continued to follow my now-trembling hands as I once again reached for his zip. “Are you nervous?”
“Yes.” My voice was strained. “It’s been...a while.”
Like nine-years-kind-of-while.
I carefully pulled his zip down, and my heart started to beat a familiar rhythm—-
Crap. This was really going to happen. Crap.
Fast, hard, and erratic—-
Crap, crap, crap.
And then I was pulling Marcus’ cock out—-
Crap. Oh crap. Oh God. Oh crap.
Although Marcus had let me touch him once, it had only been over his pants. I hadn’t actually seen his erection until now—-
Craaaaaaaaap.
And it was huge. It wasreallyhuge.
“You know you can do more than stare, don’t you?” Marcus’ tone was harsh, and the sound made me recover myself.
Right. Do more than stare. Crap. Could I really do more than stare?
Taking a deep breath, I started to stroke him, and my eyes widened when Marcus’ cock actually became harder and larger—-
How much bigger could his cock get?
I heard Marcus choke.
Oh!
Had I accidentally said the words out loud?
When my eyes jerked to his, he rasped out, “Try finding out with your mouth.”