Chapter 10

“Sammy…we got to get out of these pants…”

“I know.”

Instead of giving Ed the space he needed to wiggle from his drying jeans, he dragged his large hand across Ed’s chest, his fingers settling on Ed’s nipple. The light touch was enough to make his nerves jump, but it was the pinch of the hard flesh that sent a bolt of electricity through him. He arched up from the bed of the station wagon, his gasp lodged in his throat. Ed wanted to beg for more, but he couldn’t speak. Sammy gave him what he wanted anyway, pulling and pinching the sensitive skin between the rough calluses on his thumb and forefinger.

“Pants,” Ed tried again.

“Don’t want to stop,” Sammy murmured against his mouth. As if to prove it, his hips started moving faster. Ed’s rough jeans caught against his cock, and the scrape of material against his sensitive head made him cry out.

“It’ll be better without them.”

“I know. You’re right. Fuck. Don’t move.”