Jen
Adam stares at me. “Really, Jen? Really? That’s your biggest issue with what just happened here?”
He’s still holding his dick in his hand, and it looks hard and ready to explode. I drag my eyes back to his face. “You heard Rosie the other night. Just sew it back on again.”
“I don’t even know how to sew. How can you just act like this is nothing?”
“Maybe because you interrupted me right as I was about to cum!”
“Oh come on, Jen. I know how it sounds when you’re about to cum. He wasn’t going to get you there.”
I just stare at him, a tingle I am absolutely not about to acknowledge starting up in my pussy at his words.
Adam continues. “I haven’t cum for days. Days, Jen! I’m basically a monk at this point.”
I snort, covering up my reaction to the fact that he remembers my body that well. “Come on. I’ve gone weeks before. You’ll live.” Luca would have gotten there. Eventually.
His face settles into a stony expression and heat rises in my neck.
“Oh come on.” I fling my hands “I didn’t mean it like that. You know what I meant. Stop being such a baby.”
I’ve forgotten I was only covered by the sheet I was holding. Adam’s gaze predictably drops to my chest. “Huh?”
With a sigh, I abandon modesty—he’s seen it all before anyway—and climb from the bed, holding out my hand. “Give it here.”
He blinks. “Really?”
I lift a brow and he hands it over gingerly. It’s a strange experience taking his dismembered cock in my hand. It feels almost like a dildo except it’s warmer, and when I wrap my fingers around it, it jerks and he groans.
I look up at him, surprised. “Can you still feel that?”
When he speaks, his voice comes out all choked. “Yeah.”
“Really?” Experimentally, I add my other hand so I can cup the head and rub my palm over it like I used to do when I was giving him a handjob. The tip is sleek with precum.
Adam whimpers. “Fuuuuuck.”
A very wicked thought occurs to me, and I smile. Haven’t I just been thinking about how much I miss his dick? How I wish such a perfect dick wasn’t attached to a guy like Adam?
Well maybe the universe just answered my wish.
Maybe it’s the interrupted orgasm or the very heated way he’s looking at me. Maybe it’s the fact that I know he was getting off on watching me and Luca.
Whatever it is, I’m suddenly far too restless to concentrate on my original idea of helping him to sew it back on. Not when I could put it to use first.
Creeping back, I sit on the bed and stroke it a little more, closing one hand around it to slide my fist down and up.
“Jen, what are you—” He breaks off into another moan as I keep working his cock. But when he steps forward, I stop.
“Did I ask you to join me?”
His Adam’s apple bobs as he swallows. “No.”
“Then don’t even think about it.”
He steps back, hands up in a gesture of surrender, so I stroke him again, long movements down and up. I add a circular motion as I reach the tip, and pretty soon he’s frozen in place, watching every movement of my hand with his mouth hanging open.
“Did you like watching me, you perv?”
