bloodandtitanium:

“Naah, I think I like you better without a shirt." 

Erika knew she was pushing it, but why the hell not? Getting under Dylan’s skin was almost as fun as that first cut on a new victim. —besides, she was attractive. 

“Like I said, you want the shirt? Jump for it.” 

"I’m not gonna fuckin’ jump for it, asshole. Give me my damn shirt." 

Suddenly his frustrated expression turned into a smirk. He reached out and grabbed Erika’s junk in his fist, squeezing just a little. "You haven’t had the full male experience yet. If you want to keep it that way, you need to drop the fucking shirt.” He closed his fist even tighter as a warning.