“Keene,” I growl out his name, forcing his eyes to snap back open. He’s not coming. Not until his fingers are in his ass and my name is on his fucking lips. “Put your fingers in your ass.” He shakes his head. “No lube.” I lick my lips and squeeze my shaft, refusing to pull myself free. I need my full attention on him. “Use something else. The conditioner.” Keene releases himself instantly, grabbing for the bottle of conditioner. He squirts a small amount on his fingers before rubbing it around.
