“What do you think? Hot, huh?”
I can’t answer. My tongue is lodged in my throat.
Because yes, it is hot. Not that I’ll ever admit it out loud.
“I so know, Matthew. You can’t find the words, right?” he asks with a laugh. “But it’s to be expected. These cost me a fortune, but I swear, I have nabbed a few men wearing just this. And look at my ass. Perfection, right?”
He turns around and I feel like my face is going to melt off. There’s nothing there. It’s like a jock strap but way hotter.
If he keeps this up, I’m not going to have any skin left. It’s just going to burn right off.
“Yeah. Nice,” I croak.
Coop glances over at me and winks. He has to know what this is doing to me. He has to. It’s not like I’m being discreet. But once again, he doesn’t say anything. Just lets me writhe in my own horny misery as he disappears back into the closet.
“Okay, so ready for my fave?”
I don’t think I am, but I let him rustle around out of sight. When he’s gone, I do some deep-breathing exercises and a quick meditation. I need to get my body under control. I’m not going to slip up and do something I’ll regret. Coop is a friend. I don’t want to lead him on, to make him hope for something with me that I can’t give.
He may not even want you like that anyways.
I shake that thought away when Coop appears before me in another pair of dark blue panties that has a thin piece of fabric attached to the middle. It stretches up and settles against the middle of his chest and clasps around his neck, like a choker.
“This one is a little impractical, but I do love it,” he says, as he runs his hand across his chest and down to grab his dick.
I follow the movement, shifting on the bed, my bottom lip pulled between my teeth. The friction on my dick is making my skin prickle, telling me I need more. I need relief.
“Looks good,” I finally say, and Coop nods, walking toward me, his long legs eating up the distance between us. I should move, but I can’t.
He sits down next to me, that bare ass and lace-covered cock right near my face.
“Do you want to do a fashion show too?” he asks, and I let out a scoff.
“No. Thanks.”
“You sure? I have a lingerie set that would look fabulous on you.”
Truth be told, I’d do it just to make him happy, but I’m afraid to move. Because if I do, then he’ll see the predicament I’m in. And it’s a full-grown predicament at the moment.
“Come on,” he says. “We can strut around the apartment in our lingerie and look fabulous.”
“Fuck off,” I say, and he glowers at me.
“But this is my dream come true. You have a fabulous body, Matthew. I’d love to see it in some lace.”
I bury my face in the covers, wanting to give in but truly unsure what to do about my dick.
“Come on,” he says softly, his hand running up my back and making me arch into his touch like a cat. “It’s just a little fun.”
I turn my head to gaze up at him and those golden eyes meet mine. And I can’t say no. Not when he looks so earnest.
“Fine,” I say. “But you need to pick something out and leave it in the closet for me. And no, you don’t get to watch me change.”
He grins widely and hops up.
“Oh, I have the perfect thing.”
I hear him shuffling around, and I take that time to place my dick beneath the waistband of my pants. Hopefully it goes down slightly before he returns, not that I have any such luck. A minute later, he’s returning, bouncing onto the bed and leaning back like some kind of prince, his legs spread wide before me, showing me everything.