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“Hey,” Leah said. “Do you mind if I join you?”

He turned toward the door, seeing her in a pair of pajama shorts and a tank top.

“Sure.”

They had little bunnies on them, but that didn’t detract from the sheer sexiness of her.

The way her tits swung free… Great. She wasn’t wearing a bra, not that she needed to. While the woman on the screen began to pant, Dig was only interested in the woman beside him.

“She looks to be faking it,” Leah said.

“Yeah? You think so?”

“Well, they’re not really doing it, are they?”

“I don’t know. I’ve heard those facts or assumptions that some get it on on-screen. Don’t know. Don’t care. Some women can be that loud during sex. They love fucking.”

The woman on the movie held her tits as the guy sucked on them, and she cried out, wanting more, begging for it. Another quick camera angle change and the same woman was on her knees again.

This had to be the longest sex scene in all horror films, and it was starting to drive him crazy.

Leah was right there, next to him.

Once glance and he saw she was pressing her thighs together and her nipples were hard points.

Were they always like that?

He didn’t know.

What the fuck was he going to do?

He’d already had a shower to rid himself of the day’s sweat and grime. His pants weren’t tight, and they weren’t jeans. They were starting to tent with her closeness.

Another look at Leah and he was surprised to see her staring right at his crotch. On the one hand, he could panic, excuse himself, and break this … connection.

On the other hand, he could completely go with it, and see what Leah did. Either way it was a win-win for him. There was nothing left for him to lose.

“Do you like what you see?” he asked.

Her gaze moved up to his face, and he saw she was bright red.

“I’m so sorry. I can’t—”

“You can.” He pushed his pants down and wrapped his fingers around his length. “I’m not ashamed. You don’t have to be.”

She was watching him now, his hand moving up and down his dick.

“Do you want to touch?” he asked.

Her teeth sank into her lip, and she looked a little nervous. She gave him a quick nod, and he smiled, wrapping her fingers around his dick.

She started to kneel before him on the sofa, one of her arms resting against the back, and the other held by him, working her hand.

Up and down she slid, and Dig couldn’t look away. Reaching out, he touched the inside of her thigh, sliding his fingers up to tease against the seam of her pants. It would be all too easy to fuck her right here. He wouldn’t do it though.

No, he wanted to bring her to orgasm.

“Is this what you like?” she asked.

“Just a little tighter.” He squeezed her hands, showing her exactly what he liked and how to do it to drive him crazy. Each slide up and down was fucking amazing. He wanted more, needed it.

The tip was already leaking copious amounts of pre-cum. It was like his dick was protesting not being used.

Ignoring the needs swirling inside him, he pushed his hand into her shorts and found her naked. The fine hairs covering her pussy were wet from her own arousal, and as he slid his finger between her slit, he found her clit, teasing it.

She threw her head back, trying to get closer. He no longer needed to hold her hand to get her to work his dick. She was doing it all on her own without his guidance. He basked in her touch as he touched her, watching her.

Leah opened her eyes, and she startled him even more by leaning over for a kiss. Cupping her cheek, he slid his tongue in her mouth, deepening their touch as she worked him.

“I’m so close,” she said, trailing her lips down to his neck, biting on his pulse.

“Me too.”

He didn’t stop even as he felt his balls tighten. He let out a growl as the first wave of orgasm struck. His cum spilled out, and Leah released a moan, kissing him again, working her pussy on his fingers as she did so.

Neither of them spoke, each touching as the aftershocks of their release began to subside.

“I didn’t come in here expecting that,” she said.

“I’m not going to complain.” He kissed her again, tasting her.

He was about to invite her to his room when his name was called. “Fuck. Erm, I’ll … I’ve got to go.”

“It’s okay,” she said. “Thank you.”

There was no need for her to thank him. He was blown away.

****

Tank knocked on Leah’s door. He had a single red rose. He wasn’t looking for sex or anything like that. What he wanted to do was to apologize for his behavior. He’d come to see she wasn’t ever going to poison him.