Eli slapped weakly at his thigh. “I thought you were moving.”
“I am. In my head.”
“Yeah, well, I’m out here, and if you don’t start soon, I can’t be held accountable for my actions.”
As tempting as it was to see what Eli would do, moving was in both of their best interest. Slowly, Jarrett started to withdraw, only to slam forward again after just a couple inches.
Eli cried out. His hand shot to grab onto Jarrett’s thigh, and his ass clamped down Jarrett’s c**k once again.
Jarrett’s jaw locked. “It’s easier to move when you don’t do that.”
“Sorry.” The muscles in his throat worked as he swallowed hard. More than once. “You just feel too f*****g good.”
He could only agree. He summoned vestiges of strength to pull out again, taking the time to go nearly all the way before sliding bliss
