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I scoff and press the pillow into my lap harder.
I’m not going to jerk off while he’s jerking off. That’s not what bros do.
Everly leans his head back and groans, his dick spurting a little precum. I tasted that. Had my mouth around it and drank from it like a fountain. This is obscene. This is indecent.
“Oh god, that feels good,” he says. “Just what I needed.”
I eye it and see that it probably does feel good. Much better than what I’m doing. Which is nothing.
“You should try it. Really will take the tension out of your neck and back,” Everly says, and I pull my lips between my teeth. That comment is silly. It does not do any such thing.
A low groan escapes him, and I reach between the pillow and my lap and give my dick a good squeeze.
I can see Everly watching me, his pupils blown out, his cheeks flushed red.
“Take it out,” he says, and I let out a gasp at the wanton demand. “Take it out and jerk it.”
“I am not a bro,” I grumble, but I’m already taking my cock out, throwing the pillow to the side and stroking it. Oh god. Yes. That feels divine. Like heaven. Like pie. Apple pie.
“Awesome,” Everly breathes, eyeing my dick. “Feels good huh?”
“Yes,” is all I can muster. I’m about to blow just from the scent of him. This is unheard of.
“Wish you could suck my dick again. Lick my hole. Felt really good,” he says on a moan and then arches his hips up, fucking into his fist. “But I know we’re gonna be professional, so I’ll just relive it in my brain instead.”
Sounds like a grand idea, and very reasonable.
We stroke our cocks, skin on skin until we’re both breathing heavily, our chests heaving.
He leans toward me, our faces turned toward one another, and our lips brush, just a taste, a fluke. And then with a grunt, Everly comes, shooting cum across his chest. The sight and smell push me over the edge. I join him, releasing into my hand with his name on my lips.
“Hell yes,” Everly says and then closes his eyes, pulling his shirt off and wiping himself up. He doesn’t even wash his hands. I should not take the shirt he’s offering me and clean myself up, but I do. I wipe up the mess I made all over my hands and groin and then continue to sit there, trying like hell to keep my composure. But it’s hard when he’s leaning into me, his head landing on my shoulder.
This is a terrible idea.
And yet, I do nothing to stop it.
I’m mostly not surviving this. It’s incredible how hot Everly is and how he flaunts it without even trying. I’m currently sitting at dinner with Lee, trying to not get a boner while he prattles on about the ribbon dance which is happening next weekend.
God help me. I don’t want to fling a ribbon around any more than I want to stop jerking off with Everly.
I shift in my seat, trying like hell to keep my focus, but finding it very hard. Everything reminds me of Everly. That peach painting that’s hanging on the wall to my left, it reminds me of his butt.
And the cucumber that woman is eating on the patio is reminiscent of his dick.
And good God, even the beige wallpaper is making me think of his flawless skin, more golden than anything, smooth and rippled with muscles.
I shift in my seat, my dick hard now.
“Why are you squirming in your seat? Does your butt itch?” Lee asks, and I frown at him.
“My butt does not itch.”
“Are you sure? Do you wash it good? Sometimes men forget to do that. I’ve been known to.”
“Lee, absolutely not. I am not talking to you about butt holes while you eat meatloaf.”
He grins at me and takes an obscenely big bite of it. “I thought you were a fan of meat.”