“I’m showing you how I touch myself.” He flexed his fingers, squeezing gently. Micah tensed against him, and his hand slowed, almost to a stop. Jefferson began pumping his wrist in a steady rhythm, forcing Micah to continue, even as he began to massage Micah’s sac against his palm. “I like a little bit of pressure. Do you?”
“I don’t know. I’ve never…”
A glance across the velvety skin behind the sac made Micah slam back into Jefferson’s body, driving them together. Chest met shoulders. Hips met buttocks. And Jefferson’s throbbing shaft ground into the taut flesh he ached to sink into.
Jefferson’s hips moved automatically, jerking forward. The new pressure against his arousal made him cry out, and he forgot that he didn’t want to make Micah nervous. He forgot everything except seeking out
