章節 8: Chapter 8

Or was it?

The hands rubbed over Mitch’s chest—lightly at first, almost experimenting, glancing over the sheet he had pulled up to his collar bone. One finger brushed his nipple slightly and it hardened beneath the fabric. A spark of lust spiraled through him, from nip to cock tip, and he was glad he hadn’t removed his briefs. His dick swelled in the tight confines of his underwear, ignoring his silent plea to go limp. It had been an accidental touch, nothing more. Nothing to get all worked up about, really.

Then the finger found his nipple again. This time it wasn’t an accident, Mitch knew; the finger pressed down on the tiny erection, then rubbed in a circular manner, exciting the nipple further. Another finger found his other nip, and it, too, was teased and tickled into standing up.