didn’t budge. I didn’t breathe. I could practically smell the hoodie myself. Feel it in his hands, like it was in mine.
And then I remembered, the lipstick that had fallen out of the pocket. It rolled on the floor and I put it on the coffee table. Was that what he’d found on the table?
He sat down all at once, on the coffee table, like his body was suddenly too heavy.
He hung his head for a moment, and ran a hand through his hair.
That was when I knew I should back away, stop staring, stop spying.
But I just stood, mesmerized.
He rubbed my hoodie gently in his hands.
I swallowed, and my throat pulled, dry. My heart was beating too hard as strange things happened in my body. The nervous feeling of watching him when he didn’t know I was watching. The anticipation of what he was going to do next.
The question: Why was he holding onto my hoodie?
I watched him slide over from the coffee table to the couch. He sat right at the end of the couch where I’d sat while we watched TV. But he didn’t turn the TV on. He leaned forward on his knees, his head hanging. He just sat there, leaning on his knees.
Then he laced his hands around the back of his neck like he was exhausted. Or, like he was wrestling with some monumental decision that was going to change his life forever.
My heart thumped, my whole body vibrating with the frantic beat.
Then I saw his shoulders shift, his arm moving as he reached down between his legs. The obvious movement as he started unzipping his jeans.
I sucked back a breath. I knew what he was doing.
I wanted him to do it.
He shifted his hips, then leaned back, reclining against the couch. I followed the silhouette of his arm, down, to his hand. He’d taken out his cock.
My whole body flushed with heat.
He was hard. I could see the shape of him. Darkness against the deeper dark, flashes of detail as the dim light spilled across him, as his hand slid up, then down.
His cock flexed, standing up straighter.
I saw the thick shaft, the slight curve, the juicy head, and my mouth watered. The flesh between my legs gave a hungry pang.
I glanced at the silhouette of his face. His mouth drifted open.
I wished I could hear him.
I couldn’t believe this was happening. Right before my eyes.
I was watching, and I had no intention of leaving, even as the guilt rippled through me. My heartbeat was too strong, and it pounded my feet to the ground.
Stay.
Watch this.
Cary ran his free hand up his stomach, pushing up his T-shirt to bare his ribs, the hard expanse of his chest. Then he drifted his hand over his chest. He dragged his fingers over his nipple, then down his stomach. Then he grasped something and dragged it over his bare chest.
My hoodie.
He draped it over his chest and left it there.
Then he lifted one hand to press it to his eyes, like he was blocking out everything except what was in his head. His other hand stroked, up and down his thick cock, squeezing. I could feel the tension in my own body, the dry thickness in my throat when I swallowed. The fierce pounding of my pulse in my head, and between my legs.
I couldn’t hear him. He couldn’t hear me, my raspy breathing in the dark.
But I could see his pleasure.
It was the only time he removed his hand from his eyes: to watch himself come.
I watched, too, as his whole body went rigid. His mouth opened again in a soundless breath as he ejaculated, the thick spurts spilling over his fist… I couldn’t quite see them, but I could imagine, as I watched the slow, jerking movements of his body. The way his head fell back against the couch and his hand gradually slowed, then stopped moving.
His chest silently heaving as he clutched my hoodie to it.
Chapter Ten
Taylor
Rock N’ Roll Is a Vicious Game
I woke up with the feeling of Cary next to me in bed.
He wasn’t there, of course. It was another dream.
I kept seeing him laid back with his fist around his cock, his mouth open in pleasure. I could feel his heat. I could hear him moan.
I could see the thick spurts of his come pouring over his knuckles.
I could practically taste it.
I groaned, rubbing my face and rolling over.
Obviously, when I got back to the poolhouse last night after watching