Mira's POV

I found the hard line of his cock through his jeans. Thick. Already rock hard. Straining against the zipper like it had been that way since the moment he sat down. My fingers brushed over the bulge, tracing the full shape of him from base to tip. He was so big, even trapped in the denim. I felt him twitch hard under my touch. A small damp spot was already forming where the head pressed against the fabric. I pressed my palm flat against it, feeling the heat radiating off him, feeling the way his cock throbbed in time with his heartbeat.

He sucked in a quiet breath...