Page 91 of Muscle Cub

Nothing should have dropped.

Fuck.

I braced his legs with my hands and investigated the situation, pretending to watch myself tease his hole.

Keeping the panic from my face, I continued moving my hips and trying to reestablish contact, but I was half-hard at best. Every time I pressed against him, I tucked my dick between us. The angle was all wrong for the stimulation I needed.

I moved back up to our original position. Nothing would bring me back more effectively than full body contact and kissing.

If I could get it back.

Shit.

I’d done everything right this time. I’d been popping boners all day with only the slightest stimulation. Mere minutes ago, in the living room, I’d been as hard as I’d ever been in my life.

Stop thinking about it. Stop talking to yourself about thinking about it. Be present. Look at him. He’s smiling at you.

But there was also concern in his eyes. It was only a flicker, and he was trying not to let it show, but he knew what was happening.

“Lemme suck it some more,” he said, his tone too casual.

God. He’s trying to save the situation.

“Um… I might need to go pee first.” It was a possibility. I’d drunk a full bottle of water at the bar.

“That’s cool,” he said like it was no big deal.

I smiled and retreated to the bathroom. It wasn’t a surrender. I was regrouping. Taking a breath.

Unfortunately, the only sure-fire way to avoid panicking was not to panic in the first place.

It was an impossible head game.

When I returned, I found Austin propped up against the headboard.

I stood at the foot of the bed, flaccid now, and unsure of how to continue.

Austin patted his chest. “Come up here and feed it to me.”

The thought of straddling his neck, flopping myself into his mouth, and going through the motions…

Trying.

“Um…” I stalled, rubbing my hand over the rough velvet of my scalp, considering my options. “Let me lie down next to you for a bit.”

He rolled onto his side to make room for me, and I lay flat on my back with my shoulder against his chest. Taking matters into my own hands was probably my best bet, but I still wanted some contact.

I sighed, gave my dick a few tugs, and tried to embrace him watching me as a new level of intimacy. He’d choose to see it as a turn-on. It was all a performance anyway.

And it wasn’t nothing.

Austin trailed his fingers through my chest hair. I focused on breathing, trying to relax and allow pure sensation to take over.

As I found a rhythm in my strokes, he tweaked my nipples, gently at first, then slowly increasing the pressure.

Okay. That’s doing something.

I nodded for him to keep going, and jacked myself harder, more rushed and frantic than if I’d been alone but hopeful.