“Could use some more practice.” I lick my lips, tasting her, and it only makes me want her more. “And there’s more I could show you.”
She gets up, moves back. “Is there?”
“Yeah. Lots.” Can’t help how husky my voice is. My cock is trapped at an awkward angle in my briefs, and I reach inside to straighten it. I sigh in relief once it’s done, and when I glance back up, I find her gaze on my crotch.
“You’re…” She waves a hand at me, turns her gaze away. “Excited.”
I blink.
“Shit, yeah, I’m excited. A pretty girl kissing me, sitting on my lap… How couldn’t I be?”
“So it’s automatic? Any girl kissing you and sitting on your lap would produce…” That wave of the hand again. “These results.”
Results. Holy shit, she’s something.
Okay, it’s not exactly a question, but I reply anyway. “Not any girl. As a matter of fact, I don’t kiss girls I don’t find pretty. And I haven’t seen any as pretty as you.”
A beat of silence greets my words.
“You’re kidding me,” she whispers.
“I’m not.”
See, I can’t lie to her. And the whole problem with this potentially sticky situation—sticky in every way—is that she’s playing a game, and I’m dead serious.
“I want to know more,” she whispers.
“Then I’ll show you.”
She wants to test the waters with me. Run some tests with me. Fool around. I’ll take it. If that’s all I can have with her, I’ll damn well take it and shut up.
Because it’s something, and I have nothing. I want her, and I’ll take whatever she gives me. I’ll be fine. It’s just lust. It will blow over. In fact, this is perfect. I’ll get exactly what I want.
Except I want more, and for the first time ever, I can’t just roll over and let life kick me in the nuts.
And I know it’s not her who’s about to get hurt.
It’s little old me.
***
“Come, sit here.” I pat the mattress beside me. “Get comfortable.”
She holds back. “We can’t have sex.”
Because she wants this asshole, Fred, to be the one. Fuck him. “Got it. No sex. Just gonna show you a few things.”
She sits down, then lifts her feet up and curls her legs under her. Like a cat. Like a dancer.
So sexy. And the things I wanna do to her… Shit. Gotta restrain myself.
Her gaze keeps returning to the bulge in my pants, and my cock twitches in response.
“Wanna touch?” I ask, my voice hoarse. “Feel how hard it is?”
Feel how much I want you?
Her tits heave, her nipples taut, poking through the soft cloth of her blouse. Jesus, this girl. Does she even know how hot she is?