Page 35 of Lorcan
“Sorry.” I winced, even though he couldn’t see. “You didn’t give me permission—”
He grasped my hand and guided it back to his cock. “That’s what you do to me. I was half-hard the entire drive home on Thursday night.” Again, he feathered his hand through my hair.
“I want to take care of that. Of you.” Along with the overwhelming feeling of calm, came the gratitude. That he proved to me that I still lived. That I still breathed. That my sexual feelings could be roused from their two-year slumber.
“Don’t feel that reciprocity is necessary. It’s not.”
“But—”
“You’re blissed out right now. Still coming down from your high. I want you to stay relaxed. I suspect you’ve been vigilant for years now.”
“Well…yeah.”
“I can feel the tension in you. I want you to try to let go of some of that.”
“I still, uh, feel guilty.”
“Please don’t.”
I sighed. “How about a hand job? Or maybe you could jerk off and I watch?” I wasn’t into voyeurism. Or at least I’d never thought I was. But the thought of watching Cody tug one out? Man, my cock did a little half-hearted twitch.
Again?Nope. He was definitely not rousing any time soon.
Refractory periods were a thing.
Cody chuckled. “Whatever I do, it’ll be messy.”
“You could always come in a condom. Although, how you’d jerk yourself would be…awkward.”
“I’m so close to exploding that I suspect just putting on the condom will make me blow my load.”
I sort of liked his using cruder language. He was often prim and proper. Not in a bad way. Just…thoughtful of his words. I often just blurted out whatever was on my mind. Often to my detriment. I’d learned to be more careful during the last two years.
He pressed a kiss to my temple. “I actually have condoms. And I don’t think they’re expired.”
I chuckled. “Or I can open my shirt, and you can just come on my chest. You’d have to do laundry, and I don’t think you have any clothes that might fit me.”
“Oh, I think we could figure something out. I have an old SFU sweatshirt that’s pretty big on me. I also have a terrycloth bathrobe that I can practically hide in.” He ran his hand down my chest and tweaked my nipple.
Again, my cock sort of spasmed.
“Do it. Let me unbutton—”
He batted my hands away. “Oh no, this is my pleasure.” He met my gaze. “That said, I’m going to take the blanket off. It’s a favorite of mine, and I don’t want to worry about cum stains. They would probably come out in the wash, but—”
I tossed the blanket well clear of us.
The cold air hit my cock, and I gasped.
“Do you want me to pull up your pants?”
“More clothes to clean.” I pressed my hand to his bulge. “I want to see.”
I’d liked the way he looked at me, despite the fact my cock was unremarkable. A little thicker than other guys, but the length wasn’t impressive. And no, I hadn’t gotten out a ruler.
Cody stepped between my still-splayed thighs.
As much as I wanted to sit up and help him out of his clothes, that simply wasn’t going to happen.
