She flips her hair so that she can look at me. Watching her watch me does something to me, so I lean forward to grab her.
But she pulls back and shakes her head. “Lay back like the best friend that you are and enjoy.”
I fall back and groan, “Cecily.”
She licks my length. “Yes, Dylan.”
My dick flexes under her palm at the sound of my name coming out of her mouth. “You’re doing great.” I use her hand and say, “Don’t be afraid to squeeze harder.”
She listens, and I melt into the cushions. She works her mouth faster on me, and I start seeing stars. She starts flicking hertongue on the crevasse of my head, and I accidentally go deeper into her mouth.
“Fuck,” I moan. I grab her hair and say, “You’re doing so fucking good.”
She plops off and says, “Is there anything else I can do?”
I shake my head. “This is fucking perfect.”
She takes me deeper this time, and I groan into the silence. “Shit, Ce.”
She works me harder, swirling her tongue around my head. Her mouth is so warm and wet, fucking perfect.
“Ce,” I mutter, trying to stop her.
She pulls back, and I lean forward, glancing at her glistening lips. “Truth or dare.”
She smirks, shaking her head. “I’m kind of in the middle of something.”
“Pick one right now,” I demand.
Her playful demeanor might retaliate right now. I can tell by the look on her face. “I’m not sleeping with you,” she says, holding in her smile.
I must look dazed because she won’t stop hiding her smile.
“Is that a challenge?” I ask. “Because I bet if I put my hands between your legs right now, you’re probably soaking wet.”
She licks her lips, and my eyes track the movement. She says, “I want to know if I’m giving you a ten out of ten blowjob.”
I nod, laughing with no humor. “You’re giving me the best blowjob of my life.”
She pushes me back onto the couch and demands, “Then enjoy it.”
She wastes no time, using those beautiful lips to tighten around my cock. Her tongue does fucking magic at the right spot. I can’t fucking take it anymore, so I grab her body in one swift move and plant her ass on the couch next to me.
“You’re doing so fucking good, Ce. I want to touch you.”
She shakes her head, pumping my dick with her hand. “No, Dylan. No touching.”
I close the gap between us, my lips hovering above hers as I stare into her pretty eyes. “I dare you.”
“I didn’t choose dare,” she whispers.
“Fine,” I say, rubbing my lips against hers. “Then tell me why you don’t want me to bend you over and––”
“I didn’t pick truth either,” she cuts me off.
I try to kiss her, but she pulls back just enough for it to be a whisper. Just a tease like she’s enjoying toying with me.
“Ce,” I chuckle.
