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The noise slips froaze moves to mine I should look away, but I find I’m not able I look instead down at his sex, at his hand around it, puers twist over the tip, tugging upward as his knees spread wider and his slack face tautens I see ahis hairline Now there’s color in his cheeks

And I can’t look away

I have never seen a sight like Declan pleasuring himself As I look down at hi, squeezing his glans His aze licks up and down me

“Come here, Finley”

I kneel by his ht in my throat My pulse races as his eyes hold mine, and his hand squeezes the thick tip I watch as he ss, his eyes half closing Then he lets hio

Jesus, Mary, and Joseph! The way it stands out, pointing proudly upward It’s so…thick My gaze traces a vein from tip to base It’s a marvel—the perfection of it

“Go on, Siren” His voice rumbles “Touch it”

Heat zings throughFor a moment, I can’t find the words They stutter out “I…can’t”

“No?” His hand strokes, lazy, down the shaft, then spreads below to cup his swollen sac He squeezes slightly, and I nearly die from desire

Jesus himself help me, but I want to touch it Heat suffusesI scoot back, but I can’t wrenchhand play it like an instru upward on the thick shaft

“You don’t have to” His eyes close “Knowing you’re watching is enough”

His fist grips beneath the flared tip, s fall open wider He does so over the tip in precisely such a way so I can see a tiny slit there at the top…and all around it, so wet and shiny

I’m leashed by propriety, by twenty-seven years of Catholic learning I am bridled by my past, by proper vows and chastity and even simple decency He is not mine

And yet…I know before I reach for him that I will Not because I want to touch him but because I must

Declan moans asasp at the feel of it—so hot and soft As he urges lides over the core of steel beneath He exhales, and I feel hirip