He fisted his hands in the sheets, bucking slightly. “D-don’t know. Nothing? I don’t know.”
“Try and explain it to me? I might be able to help,” he offered up with an encouraging smile, twisting his hand and brushing his thumb across the slit, lazily stroking him off. “You have no idea how hot you look right now, by the way.”
Summer sucked in a gasping breath, trying to hold himself still. “How — how do you expect me t-to figure it ou—AH! — out if you’re doing th-that?”