Stone moved his mouth to my ear, the one closest to where Joe was standing. He spoke in a normal sounding voice, “Take your hand off my dick.” “Shit.” From Joe. I did so, releasing him, but my thumb ran over his tip as a parting goodbye. “Pull your hand out of my pants.” I did so, half-laughing as I felt his hand flexing to cup the back of my head. “Now.” He nipped at my earlobe with his teeth. “Zip me up.”
