I sucked in a breath, wondering just what in the hell I thought I was doing. But when I started to wrench my hand away, Chet caught me by the wrist. “It’s okay. Feels good.” He didn’t yank my hand back to his cock, just held it, still low on his hip until my own desire, curiosity, and fucking need got the better of me and I stretched my fingers out again, moving lightly over the infinite silk of his hard shaft.
