Pretend to sleep

I felt extremely awkward and didn't want to cause some kind of scene or rift between my family and their lifelong friend, so I kept my eyes closed, let out a sleepy murmur and rolled onto my side to face away from him. I had hoped this would be enough to maybe make him realise what he was doing and stop, but his hand never left my ass cheek and when I began to resume breathing deeply, the stroking and caressing resumed.

I started to find it increasingly hard to keep up the charade, especially as my cock started to stiffen and my breath became shorter. What the fuck!? Was I somehow enjoying this? My internal question was almost immediately answered as I felt Tony slide a thick finger along my crack. Even though it was through the fabric of my underwear it sent a shiver up my spine. He resumed groping me, his touch getting noticeably harder, rougher. He was grabbing and squeezing my cheeks, occasionally running his fingers in between them and the sensation of it was incredible. I had to stifle a moan at one point and when I heard a low, throaty growl come from his throat I knew my act had failed.

Now my options were fewer. I could confront him and tell him to stop, hopefully not causing too much of a scene, or I could let this escalate further. To my shame, part of me - most of me, wanted the latter. I felt like putty in his big hand and I didn't want it to stop.