Perfect Tenn

He smiles that charming smile, his green eyes glinting in the low light of the room. “Oh no, it’s a horrible idea. Probably the worst idea you’ve ever had and I’m an asshole for doing it.” He rakes his hand through his thick hair, and I notice every strong, corded muscle in that movement.

Relief starts to flow through me. “Okay good. Well, I’m going to watch some TV.”

“Woah, get back here,” he says, right before I’m out the door.

I turn around raising my eyebrow. “What?”

“I said it was a horrible idea, I didn’t say we weren’t going to do it.” He pulls his shirt off and drops it on the floor. “Close the door.”

“Seriously, Tenn, I think we better not,” I say with my heart pounding in my chest.

He walks over and leans over me, brushing his bare chest against me as he closing the door. He grabs my hand and leads me to the bed, gently pushing my shoulders to have me sit.

“Hand jobs aren’t difficult, honestly very little is needed. A guy is just so fucking happy to have your hand touching him,” he starts. I nod, keeping my eyes on his face. My throat has gone completely dry. I keep trying to swallow, but nothing is helping. “Usually before you even touch him, he will be hard. The attraction he has to you and knowing how good it will feel get him going.”

I have no words. I’m nervous, I’m confused, and I’m getting turned on. The way his deep voice is talking so low, quiet, and sexy. I can feel my nipples getting hard and my panties getting wet. My eyes wander down his chest to the bulge I now see close to my face. I snap my head back up and look at his heated eyes. While our eyes are locked, he reaches down and unbuttons his jeans, letting them fall to the floor. I shouldn’t look, I shouldn’t want to look, but my eyes travel to his boxers and about bug out of my head. He has got to be huge with the size of that bulge.

He climbs onto the bed and rests his back on his head board. “Regan, you need to be a little closer,” he comments with a grin.

My pulse is racing, my legs feel like jelly, and my body temperature is raising as I stand up and walk to the other side of his bed. I sit down and turn my body toward him, still unable to speak. I keep my eyes focused on the comforter because it’s just so real.

“Hey, look at me,” he gently says.

I lift my head and notice his hands on his thighs. It’s so innocent, but fuck it’s hot. Looking into his eyes, I finally find my voice. “Tenn, this will forever change our friendship,” I softly say.

He reaches his one hand over to mine and squeezes. “It already has.”

I’m not entirely sure what he means, but the feeling of his hand on mine has me not caring.

“Usually a hand job is only temporary foreplay leading up to a blow job. I’ll be honest, though, I’ve never done anything like this until she’s gotten pleased first. I’m not sure how I feel about you not getting yours first,” he says. I’m not even sure he realizes he’s doing it, but he’s slowly rubbing his cock, making my pussy beg for the attention he’s giving himself.

Shit, I can’t think that way. I need to stay focused on keeping emotions out of this. “It’s not like that, Tenn. Don’t think of it that way, please.” I’m not sure what I’m begging for, I just know I need to beg.

“If that’s the way you want it, fine. So, either the guy will take off his boxers or you can, totally depends on how things are moving. Since this is a lesson, I’ll take them off, but first you need to sit right next to me and rub me over my boxers,” he says, needing to clear his throat a few times.

Shit, rub him through his boxers? What the fuck!? I’m about to see his cock, and that’s making me nervous. Fuck, I’m an idiot. I move next to him, our bare legs touching, and put my hand on his thigh, building the nerve to move it. He places his hand on top of mine and slowly, together, he drags my hand up his thigh and moves it to rest on his cock. I snap my eyes to him, but his gaze is fixed on our hands. He begins to move our hands and after a minute pulls his away, leaving mine there. I continue to stroke him gently over his boxers, impressed with how hard he is and how huge he feels.

He reaches down and clamps his hand on mine, stopping me from continuing. “You need to stop or this will be over before it begins,” he croaks.

“Oh, okay,” I whisper, pulling my hand from his and placing it on my lap. I keep my focus on that, because I’m so fucking turned on right now. Too turned on, I’m afraid I’m going to beg him to make me come. To help me stop hurting, because I’m getting to that point.

He lifts my chin and smiles. “That’s a compliment, Regan.”

“I know it is. God I know,” I whisper.

Keeping his green eyes on me, he quickly loses his smile. “I’m going to take off my boxers.”

Emotions I’ve never felt run through me. My stomach swarms with butterflies, my heart feels like it is going to burst out of my chest. I’m excited, I’m nervous. I want it to happen, and I want it to stop. Before I can even think another thought, he slides his boxers down his legs and kicks them to the floor.

“Holy fuck. You do have a meaty cock,” I blurt out.

We both just start laughing. I didn’t mean to just shout it out, but it shocked me. He’s huge, so much bigger than anyone I’ve ever been with. My mother was right, he has one hell of a meaty cock.

“Umm thanks,” he gets out as our laughter starts to die down. He wraps his hand around his cock and uses his thumb to rub the tip. “Okay, so a hand job is like this.” He slowly moves his hand up and down his long shaft. I watch in fascination, not because I’ve never seen a hand job, but it’s Tenn doing it to himself. “Give me your hand,” he whispers.

I reach over and he removes his hand, replacing it with mine. It feels so hard, yet so soft. He places his hand over mine, adjusting how tight to hold him and moves our hands up and down. Just like before, he removes his hand and I continue. It’s fucking hot, I can’t lie. I didn’t think it was possible to get more turned on, but I am. I chance looking up at him and his eyes are closed, while his mouth is slightly open. Holy fuck, this is surreal.

After a few minutes, he stops me. “Regan, I’m not going to last much longer. Sit between my legs.” I do as he asks, and he holds his cock once again. “Just put your mouth on me and take as much in as you can without gagging,” he instructs.