I observe her. This is a trick question, isn’t it? She’s chipper. Hell, enthusiastic. And I’m not sure why when she was dragging at the gym.
“Truth.”
She smirks. “Perfect. I need the bathroom, so I’ll be right back.”
She turns to her freezer, opening it to grab something. Then she tosses me something frozen. It’s cold as hell. “Elevate your ankle on my couch and put the icepack on it. I’ll be back.”
Again, this feels like a trick. I listen anyway because she saunters down the hallway to her bathroom. I sit on her couch, put my foot on the ottoman, and place the icepack on my ankle.
I sink into her couch because it’s a deep seat and stare at the décor she has above her TV.
When she comes back out, she walks over and looks at my ankle. “Is it bad?”
I shrug. “A few days tops.”
Then she steps one leg over me, and my pulse quickens.
“You chose truth,” she mutters, climbing onto my lap, her knees on either side of my hips. My hands automatically rub the back of her thighs as I stare up at her.
“Ask me anything,” I whisper, trying hard not to touch her ass. I keep my hands on the back of her legs.
She nods, sitting on my lap. The weight makes my dick jump. Having her like this is fucking with me. It feels natural but wrong and right at the same time. I don’t know how to explain it.
“I did some research,” she says. “And because we’re doing thisbenefitsthing, I want your honest opinion.”
I gulp, rubbing her back. “On what?”
She leans in and whispers, “Pull down your pants.”
I’m wearing shorts, but terminology doesn’t matter when she’s demanding that I pull them down. She could call them nut huggers if she wanted to, and I wouldn’t care.
I tug my shorts down to my thighs, flicking the ice pack aside.
I watch her eyes when she sees I’m already hard. I lean back on her couch and wait to find out what happens next. She looks at my dick and then at my face.
“You have to tell me the truth. Promise?”
I cross my heart. “Promise.”
She drops to her knees. “If it doesn’t feel good, you have to tell me.”
Shit. I’m sure whatever she’s going to do is going to feel good, no matter what. I nod, agreeing to her terms.
She grabs my dick, pumping it a few times.
“Fuck,” I inhale.
“Feel good already?” she asks.
I nod, wondering if she’s going to let me fuck her later.
She licks her lips, slowly pressing the head of my dick into her mouth.
“That feels fucking good, Ce,” I grunt, pressing my hips up. She takes me deeper. “Fuck.”
She pumps her hand and bobs her head, using her tongue to swirl around my head.
“Oh, fuck, Ce. That feels so fucking good.”
