Page 14 of Milked

“I’ve been wondering all day about what your skin would feel like.”

“Is it what you expected?” God, I hoped my voice was steady.

“Better. It’s so soft and smooth. Do they make you shave everything?”

“I’ve had laser hair removal, so I don’t have to worry about my hair too much. But yes, the modeling agency likes our bodies to be free of hair.”

Ryder simply nodded as his hand explored more, moving up my leg.

“I’ve never touched a man like this before, but I’ve always wanted to. Where I grew up…”

He didn’t need to finish. I could only guess what small towns were like toward queer people.

“You can touch me anywhere you want,” I whispered.

“But your stepfather…”

I glanced at the camera facing the pool area, knowing Father was watching, and gave him a brief nod.

Ryder’s hand reached higher, lifting the towel, but his hand stopped at the top of my thigh, not daring to go farther, his fingers twitching on my skin as if dying to explore more.

I couldn’t hide the swelling of my cock, tenting through the towel, and I didn’t want to. I wanted Ryder to see how he made me feel, and he definitely noticed.

“Would you like to remove my towel, Ryder?”

He nodded slowly but made no move to take it off. He was fighting this. I had to not only find a way to get him to knock down his walls but also accept Father. I wouldn’t do anything sexual without him or his permission. My stepfather was mine first. Ryder, while alluring and sexy, was temporary.

“But your…” he tried again.

“He would encourage this.”

Ryder looked up at me, eyes wide and dark-looking in the dim light outside.

He must have processed something and then given himself the green light when he slowly tugged on my towel. The tucked part came undone, and it fell around my ankles.

He gasped. “I like your piercing. Did it hurt?”

“A little, but it didn’t last long.”

“God, you’re so hard.”

“As are you.”

He glanced down between his legs to see his cock trying to punch through the thin fabric of the tight shorts. Fuck, I couldn’t wait to touch him back. For now, I just let him take the wheel.

“You can touch me wherever you want, Rye,” I reminded him.

He twisted his body to where he was completely facing me and sat on his knees on his towel.

The palms of his hands rested on my thighs, but his eyes never left my cock.

“You have a pretty dick,” he whispered. “It’s so… smooth and long.”

Fuck, I really wanted to see his, but I didn’t interfere with his exploration, afraid his little bubble would burst.

“Would you like to touch it?” I asked.

Instead of responding or nodding, he dragged his fingers along my length, then his hand moved to cup underneath my cock and tested the weight of it. My eyes closed, and my body broke out in goosebumps. Then he touched the piercing with his thumb and finger, being extra careful, as if he was afraid he would hurt me.

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