“Dylan,” she teases.
I pull back just enough to watch her face. “Do you want me to come in your mouth?” I ask, trailing my thumb across her bottom lip.
She nods as her inhale sharpens.
“Can I make you orgasm?” I ask, reaching for her. My fingers press tightly around her thighs as I work towards her center. “It’s only fair.”
She leans in and says, “I’m trying to practice sucking dick, so come in my mouth and tell me how I do.”
Damn, it’s going to be like that?
She pushes my chest, making me fall back onto the couch. She drops to the ground and starts working her mouth around me again. This time, there’s a fire in her eyes. She’s watching me as I hold her hair back.
“Just like that, Ce. Fuck, you’re doing so… good,” I groan.
Somehow, she takes me deeper, working her hand in a twirling motion. My head falls back.
“Don’t fucking stop, Ce. I’m going to come.”
She presses harder and faster, making a sound at the back of her throat that tickles my dick. And that sends me over the fucking edge.
I grab her face as I look into her eyes and let loose. Come spits out into her mouth, and she’s taking it well. It’s a beautiful fucking sight to see––my best friend swallowing my come and smiling at me like she’s just as satisfied as I am.
She stands with a gentle look on her face. Is she proud? She tries to walk away, but I quickly stand, pull my shorts up, and grab her hand.
“Moo,” I say, tugging her back to me.
“Dylan. I said no.”
I push a strand of hair out of her face and say, “I just wanted to remind you of the terms.”
“What?” she asks.
I whisper, “Tonight, when you’re thinking about my dick in your mouth, you can’t masturbate. The rules are you can’t touch yourself.”
She shrugs. “That’s fine. I have perfect self-control.”
She walks down her hallway and back into her bathroom, glancing over her shoulder at me before disappearing.
I exhale, looking for the icepack I dropped. I pick it up and sink back onto the couch, placing it on my elevated ankle. I can’t believe she won’t let me touch her.
When she walks back out, I offer, “I can take care of you.”
She’s in the kitchen now. “There isn’t a need.”
I stare at nothing, trying to put these pieces together, when she walks around the corner with green juice.
I grab the cup and take a sip.
“I know we’re using each other, but why are you using me?” I ask.
“For experience,” she says confidently.
“Yeah, but for what?” I ask, looking over the couch.
She scrunches her face. “Are you really doing this right now?”
I shrug. “We’re friends, Ce. You can tell me anything.”
