“You really think so?”
“Turnabout is fair play, isn’t it?” She didn’t look up at him anymore, sliding her hand back to pull his shorts down far enough to expose his cock. Careful fingers stroked up the shaft, watching the way he twitched and arched under her hand.
Isaac let out a quiet moan and closed his eyes, hips moving up against her hand. He bit his lip and gripped the sheets, cursing when he accidentally ripped them. “I owe you new sheets,” he mumbled, tilting his head back in pleasure.
“I’ll take it out in trade,” Summer replied absently, focused on the feel of the flesh under her hand, the way he shifted and moaned. She closed her fingers around him, stroking harder. “If you promise to be more careful next time.” It was strange, the heat and softness — she hadn’t expected bad literary descriptions to be quite so apt. Velvet over steel.