Page 9 of Craved By the Lumberjack

I tried not to gawk at her generous cleavage, barely contained by the scraps of black fabric. It was an image that would be imprinted on my mind for the rest of my life.

“I guess I don’t necessarily have to be topless to do this,” she said. “I always thought I had to make it an event. Light some candles. Sink into a bubble bath. Or at least be under the covers where nobody could see.”

“You just unfasten your jeans, lower your zipper, slide your hand inside, and go for it,” I said.

My dick was pressing urgently against my zipper now. More than anything, I wanted to lower my own zipper and relieve some of the pressure. But I knew I had to be patient.

“You do it too,” she said.

It took me a second to figure out what she was saying. She lowered her gaze to my crotch, leaving no doubt. She wanted me to touch myself at the same time.

That was something I couldn’t say I’d ever done—jerked it with a woman watching. It hadn’t even been a fantasy. But suddenly, with Delta requesting it, the pressure on my zipper heightened.

“Show me how you touch yourself,” she said.

I did exactly what I told her. Unfastened my jeans and lowered the zipper. When I realized my T-shirt would be in the way, I grabbed the hem and jerked it up over my head, just as she’d done with her own shirt seconds ago.

Once I refocused on Delta, I saw my effect on her. Her eyes had darkened but sharpened at the same time. She was taking in my chest, my abs, my arms—all honed by years of physical labor.

I didn’t take my eyes off her as I returned to undoing my jeans. Her hands were resting on her thighs, and I knew she was nervous about touching herself. This was my stab at making her feel more comfortable.

“Are you sure you’re okay with this?” I asked as I slid my thumb beneath my waistband, gripping each side of my pants and underwear.

Slowly, she began nodding, then her nods sped up. “Positive.”

Her voice was pinched and a little higher-pitched than usual. There was no other choice. She was okay with it, so this was happening.

My entire life had led up to this very moment.

I shoved my pants down with one firm thrust, my erection springing out. While she stared at it, I fisted it, giving it a long, slow stroke as I watched her chest rise and fall with deep, quick breaths.

“Your turn,” I said.

I waited, barely daring to breathe, as she reached for her pants. She only hesitated a second before she unfastened, unzipped, and slid her hand inside. I couldn’t even see what was happening, but it was the hottest thing I’d ever experienced.

6

DELTA

My insides felt like they were on fire. That was the best way to describe what was happening to me.

Kingston had his hand on his erection and was slowly stroking it, his chest rising and falling as he stared at my hand. Well, the scrap of cotton and denim that covered my hand, anyway.

“It’s this bud, right?” I asked. “My clit. That’s what I touch.”

He nodded. I had a feeling from the quick rise of his chest that he was having a tough time talking. I moved my finger over it. I’d asked not because I wasn’t sure, but because of what it would do to him. It was pretty obvious what I needed to do.

I was so caught up in watching him, it didn’t occur to me at first that my touch was doing something to me too. I was getting warmer and warmer. I assumed that had a lot to do with watching him, but I was touching myself. Of course that was doing something to me.

Why hadn’t I discovered this earlier? It felt good.Reallygood.

Kingston’s lids grew heavy as his strokes got bolder and sped up. He slid his hand from base to tip, then back again, emphasizing each movement.

He knew what this was doing to me. He wanted to turn me on.

Finally, my eyes drifted closed. I couldn’t hold them open anymore. I just couldn’t. My breaths were heavier and coming faster and faster.

I felt his eyes on me. I knew this was heating things up for him too. That gave me a power I’d never experienced before.

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