Even through our jeans, his dick commanded attention, rubbing against mine until we were both sighing and whining for more. Little sparks of warmth flickered across my skin wherever he touched me. I didn’t know if it was his magic, or just him, drawing feelings out of me that he shouldn’t have been able to reach. “Fuck, Cash. I have to have you.” I shook my head despite the fact I palmed his cock, stroking him through the denim. “No.” “Baby, please.”
