“Would you?” he asked, a smile ghosting his lips. “Would I what?” I rasped, squeezing my dick as I tried to look at every inch of him all at once. “Do anything for me?” Beck took himself in hand and stroked up to the head, slowly curving his palm over the tip, then stroking back down. My mouth had dried up and there was a ringing in my ears as I tried to move my own hand to mirror what he was doing, but the material of my pants wasn’t letting me. “Yes,” I whispered, raising my eyes back to his. “I would.”
