Free Boys Next Door by Sommer Marsden Page A

idiot.
    ‘Hush,’ he said, laughing softly. He buried his face in my hair and brushed it back to kiss my throat.
    ‘Undo your pants.’
    ‘No,’ he said.
    It took me a moment. I didn’t immediately process his words. ‘What?’
    ‘No.’
    ‘Aren’t we going to –’
    ‘No. Not this time.’
    I moved to try and drop to my knees like he had but he caught my elbows and kept me up, grinning. ‘Don’t do that.’
    ‘But I … I want to …’
    ‘I’m good.’
    ‘No,’ I said, getting angry. ‘I want stuff just like you want stuff. Just let me … you know,’ I said, getting suddenly shy for some asinine reason.
    ‘I’m good,’ he said again.
    I touched him. At least he let me do
that
. I ran a finger along the curved line of his cock, trying to figure how I could possibly change this. ‘Can’t I at least see it?’
    He started to say no, but I saw him reconsider. His face somehow crafty and innocent at the same time. ‘Why?’
    I stroked him through his pants, feeling the jump and twitch of his hard on. He wanted me, I knew he did, this was just some … stupidity.
    ‘Because I think it’s big,’ I said, my voice a husky whisper that I played up as much as possible. ‘And I think you’re hot. And I want to see it. Why did you want to see me?’
    ‘Because you’ve been stuck in my head since yesterday and I tend to do better if I just see the object of my desire and assess the situation.’
    ‘But I’m not allowed to do that?’ I breathed, leaning in to kiss the slope of his neck. I could smell his aftershave, something woodsy.
    I watched his big tan hands undo the button and then rip down the zipper. I found myself literally chewing my lip and holding my breath. He tugged down the front of a pair of plaid boxers and his cock sprang free – stunning and hard and flushed.
    ‘Am I allowed to …’ I reached for him even as I said it.
    And he let me. He let me circle my loose fist around his long cock and stroke him. Coop’s jaw worked as I gripped him, like he was barely maintaining control. His eyes were unreadable in the low light but I swore I could feel his gaze on me.
    I stroked him a bit faster, pushing down so that I hit the base, the side of my hand brushing his balls. He took his hand, placed it over mine, stilling my movement.
    ‘What?’
    ‘That’s enough.’
    ‘Please,’ I said, finally begging. I just wanted to … get him off. To see him come.
    ‘Why?’
    I pushed the words in my head out of my mouth. ‘I want to get you off. I want to see you. I want you to come,’ I said, the last in nothing more than a desperate whisper.
    ‘Why?’
    I stared at him, seeing the stubbornness I already knew was there.
    ‘Why? Because … I’m attracted to you? And you just got me off? And I’m not stingy. And for some reason I don’t think you’ll fuck me … which I don’t understand.’
    Now I was confused and embarrassed and those two emotions were mingling together and turning to anger. Fast.
    ‘Because as
weird
as you are –’
    He chuckled and I squeezed my hands, now at my sides into fists.
    ‘I find you somehow nice and attractive and terribly, terribly weird,’ I reiterated.
    ‘And –’ I stomped my foot, increasing the feelings of stupidity threefold. ‘I just thought it would be nice if you came and I could … see.’ With the final horrifying admission, I kicked the washing machine and it rattled.
    He stilled me with a single touch. I looked down and away, my face hot with mortification.
    ‘Look at me.’
    I did, having to force my eyes to go where I didn’t want them to.
    ‘Open your shirt again.’
    My checked shirt had fallen shut over my hastily raised leggings.
    I swallowed hard, watching Coop lazily jack his cock with his fist. He was much rougher than I’d have been. I watched the tattoos on his arm dance with the motion and the key inked over his hipbone jittered too.
    My heartbeat had gone erratic and jumpy and I parted my shirt with shaking