Page 49 of Cherry Picked
“It’s summertime. You’ll be fine. And you can have my blanket, too.” I avoided his eyes.
“But…”
“I want to have an orgasm, Jack,” I said baldly. I took a breath and lifted my gaze to his. “A good one. I need it. Out here on my own, I’ve discovered it’s the easiest way to fall asleep on the hard ground. Otherwise, I toss and turn. So. Sure. If you’re okay being next to me while I do that, come on in. Join me.”
Our eyes locked together for a heavy beat. Heat crackled between us, making a mockery of my comment about him needing an extra blanket.
Jack’s eyes widened comically, and it seemed like his pupils followed suit. “Oh.”
“Yeah.Oh.” I crawled through the tent opening and removed my boots, setting them outside. I removed my tube of lube from my backpack like lubing up in front of Jack Wyatt was the sort of thing I did all the time. Then I carefully zipped the tent closed. “Night, Jack. Sleep well.”
The shifting sound of the nylon sleeping bag against the floor of the tent sounded louder than normal. I pulled off my clothes until I wore only my socks, boxer briefs, and T-shirt before scooting down into the chilly softness of my sleeping bag and praying it would heat up quickly.
My dick was suddenly softer than ever, impacted dramatically by stage fright. I hadn’t been lying about discovering the positive effects of masturbation on my ability to sleep out here, but could I really do it with him listening in?
I shivered inside the bag and tried to get comfortable.
After a few minutes, Jack’s voice came through the thin tent walls. “Are you… do you need anything?”
I huffed out a little laugh. Yes. I needed his hot, wet mouth on my cock. But that wasn’t what he’d meant. “No. All good. Thanks, though.”
He made a deep hum of acknowledgment, and the vibrations of the familiar masculine sound went straight to my balls.What do you know?He was already helping.
I’d left Jack the battery-operated lantern so he’d have light to lay out a tarp and unroll the spare sleeping bag. But that meant that I could make out his shadow through the fabric that separated us.
The man hadn’t moved a single muscle. Almost like he was waiting for something.
Waiting forme.
I reached my hand down into my underwear and cupped myself before stroking slowly up my shaft. A sigh escaped me as I relaxed into the warming cocoon of the sleeping bag. The silky feel of the nylon slid across my bare arms and legs. Jack’s breathing was rough, almost loud enough to make out over the rhythmic sound of the rain outside the cave’s entrance.
“Fuck,” I breathed softly as stage fright gave way and my cock hardened beneath my fingers. This wasn’t just anyone listening—this wasJack. And knowing he was right there, hearing me touch myself, focused on me, wondering exactly what I was doing, was more exciting than I could have imagined.
There was a sudden flurry of movement and then the rustle of a sleeping bag much closer than I’d expected, as if he’d chosen to settle down right outside the tent’s zipper door rather than on the other side of the open cave. The lantern shut off… and then there was only darkness.
More rustling sounded, practically next to my ear, followed by a soft curse and then the faintplopof fabric hitting fabric.
Jack was pulling off his own clothes.
Jack wasgetting naked.
Just inches away from me.
My dick hardened even more.
“Unghh.” I couldn’t hold back the moan that escaped when I realized my tip was sticky wet. I used the slick to ease my strokes before remembering the lube I’d brought with me. The click of the bottle cap sounded like a shot in the near silence of the cave, and the first spurt of the lube wasn’t much quieter.
Jack sucked in a breath. “What are you doing?”
“I told you what I’m doing.” My voice sounded rough to my own ears, needy and unsteady. I wanted the release badly, but I also wanted to tease myself into waiting for it. I shoved down my boxers and took a deep breath.
“Now? Here?” His voice was high-pitched, incredulous.
I didn’t answer. Instead, I used the deep sound of his voice to add to my fantasy that it was Jack’s own furtive hand exploring me in the darkness of the tent while the storm raged outside.
“So good,” I whispered, arching up into my grip. The lube made a squelching noise that was nearly obscene.
I didn’t care if he could hear me—I welcomed it. He was attracted to me, and we both knew it. He could have been in here with me. Instead, he’d chosen to use ridiculous, arbitrary rules to keep us apart.
