Page 82 of Lucky Boys
Wes kept eye contact with me the whole time. Even though I was the one directing everything, it still felt like he was control. I couldn’t explain it, but just the way he was watching me with this calm reassurance let me know that he got me. That he was safe and he’d catch me if I fell.
“Remember, we can stop at any time.”
It was all he said before he tucked his thumbs in the elastic of his underwear and very slowly started to bring it down. I wasn’t sure if he was going that slow to make sure I didn’t freak out or to torture me, but the result was the same. I was losing my damn mind by the time his semihard cock popped out of his underwear.
He stood, totally cool and collected, his hands relaxed at his sides, not covering himself up, and waited patiently for me, not at all like someone who was standing completely naked in his best friend’s/partner’s yard.
I, on the other hand, was a total fucking mess. I wasn’t scared. No, not that. And I wasn’t disgusted. I was turned on. I wasn’t fully hard, but I was quickly on my way there.
I wanted to touch Wes. I wanted to feel his dick in my hand. I just . . . I didn’t know if I was ready for that step. Every time I even tried to picture it, I got a mental block in my brain. It wasn’t fear exactly, more a question—did I really want this? And as much as I wanted to say yes, I knew better than to push myself.
Still, I needed to see more. The little scene at the pool with Brooks was fresh in my mind. If what Wes said was true and the reason I reacted was because I trusted Brooks, maybe the same would happen with Wes. Hell, it already was. But if he touched himself . . . would it get me as hot?.
I hoped it did. I trusted Wes. I liked him. I liked spending time with him. Fuck, I’d even fallen asleep with him. That didn’t happen with just anyone.
It became a desperate need inside of me, and I was literally panting when I asked him, “Can you please . . . touch yourself?”
Holy shit, my knees buckled from the look Wes gave me. Brooks would call it panty melting.
“Of course, angel, anything you want.”
He spit in his hand and then it wrapped around the base. He wasn’t doing anything special, fuck, I’d done it to myself before, but I was mesmerized by that big, callused hand wrapped around his thick, veiny cock. Then, when he started to move, I was . . . Well, the first word that came to mind was starstruck, which was dumb as fuck and didn’t make any sense, but nothing did right now.
“Do you like this, angel? Do you like watching me?”
“Y-yes.”
“Do you like seeing how hard I am? Seeing my hand while it moves up and down my cock?” He pulled his hand away just to spit on it again, and then started to jerk himself off harder and at a faster pace.
My lips parted, and before I even realized it, I started to slide my hand down the band of my shorts. I froze, looking at Wes. I don’t know why I was asking him for permission. Maybe it was all that Daddy talk earlier, maybe it was living with Brooks my whole adult life, but my fingers twitched just inches away from my own dick, like I was waiting for Wes to say something, anything.
He faltered briefly, but he got it together quickly. “Do you want to touch yourself, angel? Give yourself pleasure while you watch me?”
Fuck, how did he make that sound so hot?
“Yes. Please?”
“You ask so nicely, Diego. Of course, honey. Do you want to stay covered?”
I choked up, so fucking touched that he’d even thought to ask. It meant everything, honestly.
I flopped back in my chair, suddenly so overwhelmed and overstimulated yet still getting hard. My brain couldn’t take it all.
Wes was there then, kneeling in front of my chair. Still fucking naked but watching me with concern.
“Diego? What’s wrong?”
I shook my head. “I’m being dumb. Sorry.”
“Hey.” His tone took on a stern edge. “None of that. I know I don’t have the right to give you rules yet, but I’m asking you not to talk down about yourself. You are so fucking strong, Diego. And whatever just happened, it wasn’t dumb.”
I tilted my head back so I was looking up and not at those fucking hypnotizing eyes. I swore they had me under their spell. “I just . . . got overwhelmed. It really was ridiculous.”
Wes shifted on his knees. “It wasn’t. What overwhelmed you?”
“Just, your fucking consideration, okay?”
That definitely took him off guard. “My what?”
