I slowed my hips to a stop, the friction of Edward's jeans brushing up against mine was overheating my skin to the point of rub burn and doing very little to fix my growing problem.

I was burning up in my denims and becoming more sexually frustrated by the minute.

It's too fucking hot in these damn jeans.

I released Edward's hands and quickly moved my fingers to my zipper undoing my pants, removing the thick, warm material from my legs and tossing them on the ground near my bed. I let out a sigh in relief;

my white cotton boxers were light and soft and let my dick breath a bit better.

Edward froze in his spot, eyeing me with a lustful stare, rosy red cheeks and panting heavily.

I moved my hands over his jeans, working on the button and then zipper, before I started to pull them down.

I groan when I saw he decided to go commando yet again.

Is commando going to be a regular thing for him?

God I hope so.

I pulled his pants low enough to see everything. In fact his dick was rather eager to greet me. It sprang to life at my gaze. I licked my lips as I scanned his package over.

Edward had some nice equipment and he groomed himself well. He blushed as I eyed his erection with hungry eyes.

I looked up meeting his eyes and gave a slow smirk.

"Touch yourself." I breathed against his face.

"I can't." He said shyly.

"Sure you can." I replied, taking one of his timid hands in mine, placing it over his arousal.

"Close your eyes and just do what feels good to you. It will come to you." I insisted, removing my hand from his.

I watched as Edward squeezed his eyes shut as if in pain and gulped before he hesitantly gave his dick a jerk.

He gasped at the feeling and fixed his hold, gripping his member more securely before he began a steady rhythm up and down.

Soft groan after soft groan left his mouth as he picked up speed and began to thrust his hips up to his willing hand.

Fuck, that's hot!

I began to palm myself through my thin boxers as I watched Edward give himself a hand job. When I was rock hard and couldn't bare anymore torture I slide my hand into my underwear and began playing with myself.

Edward's eyes creaked open noticing he wasn't the only one pleasuring himself.

I kissed him hard on the mouth to muffle our moans as our hands went to work on ourselves.

I don't remember how or when it happen but before I knew it I had my hand wrapped around Edward's dick and he had his around mine.

Lips locks, gasps and hushed moans fill the air as well as the sounds of gun shots and curse words from the forgotten movie in the background.

It was long for either of us shot our loads into our hands and on the bed sheet underneath us.

"Fuck, that was… that was pleasurable." I stated, giving Edward a small kiss on the cheek before getting up from the bed and into my bathroom to clean my wet and dirty hand off and change my messy boxers.

I came back out to Edward all smiles and with a wet cloth for him to clean himself off with. He shot me a confused look and held up those damn Sponge Bob pants up.

"What are you doing with these? I thought you threw them out."

Shit!