“I’m gonna make a new tea.”
“Figured you might.”
She halted mid-step. “What’s that supposed to mean?”
“That you’re awkward about watching a sex scene,” I said. “With me, at least. And that’s fine. I get it.”
“Get what? I’m not being awkward,” she denied hotly. “I just wanted a glass of water.”
“You just said you were going to make a new tea.”
“Well, maybe I wanted both!”
“Or maybe you can’t survive watching a girl getting her tits played with like that.”
Aly’s cheeks went pink as she glared. “Why would that bother me?” she asked. But before I could answer, she scoffed. “You know what, Emmett? Screw it!” she snapped, plopping back down on the couch. “You can wipe that smug look off your face, because I’m watching.”
“Aly, it’s fine,” I laughed. “We can fast-forward if you can’t handle it.”
“Can’t handle it? I’m an adult, Emmett, I assure you I can handle it,” Aly huffed.
Though I knew within seconds that she was regretting it.
Then again so was I because suddenly the guy was pushing the girl’s tits up and feeding them into his mouth. There was an extreme close-up as he stuck his tongue out and started licking the girl’s tight pink nipple, forcing me to remember that I’d done the same goddamned thing to Aly just a fucking week ago.
Dammit.
Suddenly, I was back to thinking of how fucking tight her pussy clenched around my fingers. My dick twitched under my sweats as I thought about that sweet little pussy being wet right now. Two feet from me. All I needed was a quick peek over to confirm that Aly was squirming like crazy in her seat.
Fuck. Yeah. She was wet. She had to be.
Knowing that, my heartbeat picked up, and despite my outward calm, I felt like a fucking animal. I was picturing myself ripping Aly’s clothes off and palming her pussy to feel how warm and wet she was. I could just imagine her sweet juices running down my palm as I fucked her with my fingers.
The stiller I sat, the dirtier my fantasies got.
I saw myself kneeling in front of her on this couch. I saw her legs draped over my shoulders, my fist pumping my cock as I swirled my tongue all over and tasted her pussy. I just wanted to hear her moan. I wanted to do everything I could to get those sexy little noises out of her again.
I was imagining her big tits draped in my cum when the scene finally cut and she released the breath she was holding.
My instinct was to smirk and give her shit, but I was still recovering myself. The tip of my cock was pulsing too hard and it didn’t get better when a scene later, I peered over to see Aly’s nipples were rock-hard under her shirt.
For Christ’s sake.
She was sitting so still, concentrating so hard on looking normal and unfazed that she didn’t even realize it. It actually made me feel guilty, especially when I peered over a scene later to see those tight peaks still standing up straight under her shirt, just begging to be sucked.
Jesus fuck.
I was going crazy here.
“Oh, that pup looks almost like Ozzy,” Aly cooed during a scene in which some Labrador bounded onscreen.
“Yeah,” I said even though the dog looked nothing like Ozzy. Aly was just desperate to say something, anything after our eternity of sex scene silence, and I would’ve called her out for it if I weren’t so fucking busy being a pervert. My cock was throbbing now that I’d snuck so many glances at her tits and imagined my tongue all over them again.
Fucking hell, Aly.
She was so oblivious – so fucking cute and sexy and completely fucking off-limits that I was actually relieved when a minute later, she checked the time on her phone and said, “I should get to bed.”
“Sure. Night,” I said.