“I want to feel skin,” he said. “Keep riding me like that, Trouble. I’m about to fucking blow in my pants like a rookie.” Instinctually I reached back to touch, curling my fingers around his shaft and pumping it. His briefs were sticky with precum where the tip tented and I pinched and played with it. A tortured noise slipped through Frankie’s teeth. “Look at that,” he whispered. “You made me a mess.”
