Page 69 of Tripped Up

“Please,” he says. His voice is strained, like he’s in pain.

“What?”

“Please don’t tease me.”

“I wasn’t⁠—”

“Elsy, I’m losing grip of my control. Please don’t tease me.” He squeezes my hand. “I’m really, truly okay with no sex. I’m not pressuring you in the slightest. But that doesn’t mean you can work me up just for fun.”

Propping my head up, I look up at him. “Is that what you think I was doing?”

“It might not be what you intended, but it’s what’s happening.” Dragging my hand down his body, he stops over his crotch.

The steely length of his erection fills my palm and, automatically, I squeeze the base of his cock. My thumb brushes over the head of his dick, and I gasp at the sticky wetness soaking his cotton briefs.

His breath hitches.

“Just being around you right now is… difficult. I need you to stop touching me. Please.”

I withdraw my hand. “Oh. Okay.”

Wyatt draws my arm around his waist again, my hand flat against his belly. “This is fine. I like this.”

Setting my hand back on his chest, I squirm closer. “I like this, too.”

twenty-four

Wyatt

I’m going to die.

If I thought Elsy teasing me last night was bad, it was nothing compared to sleeping beside her all night. Her soft body curled into mine, her jasmine perfume filling my nose… it was pure torture in the best way possible.

My alarm goes off and I silence it before it can wake her. I have an early morning treatment session on my shoulder, then a meeting with my sports psychologist, all before practice and the day’s workout.

My muscles feel sore and achy, like I’ve already played a full three-hour game. That doesn’t bode well for today. I climb into the shower, ready to wash away the feeling.

The water warms quickly and I step under the hot spray. My cock bobs against my stomach, hard and needy. That hasn’t waned.

Fuck. I really don’t want to walk out of here like this.

Can I really do it? Touch myself in Elsy’s shower? Isn’t that crossing, like, ten thousand lines?

Need thrums in my veins. I want to bury my face in her pussy again, taste her on my tongue. Maybe another morning, she’ll let me wake her up that way, my mouth teasing her awake.

I honestly think I might die.

Grabbing her soap, I pour some into my hand. The sweet scent of jasmine fills the humid air, surrounding me as I take my cock in my hand.

The first pass of my fist over my length makes me groan. I almost forget to be quiet and have to bite my lip. It feels so good. I got myself off yesterday as I got ready for the date, trying to take the edge off, but it feels like it’s been more than a decade since the last time.

Because with Elsy, it really has been.

The shower door swings open, and my head swivels to see Elsy naked before me. She ties her hair up into a bun and then steps inside.

“You’re being loud,” she says. Her palm lands on my chest as she rises onto her tiptoes to kiss me. “Good morning.”

“Morning,” I choke out. On instinct, I release my cock, and it bobs between us.