That was until I looked back at Lo. He wore a deep frown, as though trying to understand me through the porn. I sat up and disentangled from him. “This is a bad idea,” I said, about to shut it off. I scrounged around for the remote, but he grabbed my wrist lightly.
“No, wait, I’m watching this here.” He stayed transfixed to the porn.
The cop unzipped the girl’s shorts and tugged them to her ankles and then completely off. “You’ve been a very bad girl. Leaving here will be very, very simple if you cooperate. Just take this right here…” He motioned to his dick, and she grabbed it, her eyes big and innocent. “Put it in your mouth and fuck it. Can you do that for me?”
The girl nodded rapidly. She leaned forward while he dropped his navy pants—no underwear on. She gathered his cock in her hands and filled her mouth.
“Fuck, yeah.” He groaned deeply and pulled her hair off her face. “Take your punishment, baby.” I actually thought this blow job scene wasn’t a complete turn off. Of course, it probably helped that Lo was sitting next to me. She licked him up like a popsicle and then popped her mouth off it with a refreshing “ahhhh.”
Lo let out a long laugh, breaking the mood instantly. My whole body heated with embarrassment,notthe type of “hot” I wanted.
“What’s so funny?” I asked.
“Shhh,” he said, a big goofy smile on his face. I tried to speak again, but he put his hand to my lips, covering my mouth while he watched the film, mesmerized and amused.
“You like that?” the cop asked. The girl responded with a deep, throaty moan, and she rocked her head back and forth again. Then she took his cock out of her mouth and smacked it against her cheek. “Fuuuuuck,” he groaned. “Fuck, yeah.”
The cop yanked the girl to her feet and pulled down her top, kneading her breasts. “These are very nice.”
Lo laughed louder and looked to me, his hand still firmly planted on my mouth. “This really turns you on?”
Finally, he loosened his grip to let me reply.
“I usually skip the beginning,” I confessed. “Unless…” Nope, not telling him.
His eyes lit up. “Unless what?”
I blushed as I said, “Unless the guy holds her hair back.”
Lo’s smile engulfed his face. “That’s adorable.” He took the remote though and sped ahead to the actual sex where the couple talks less and usually just moans and grunts.
“Watching this is better than having sex with another person?” Lo asked, narrowing his eyes at the screen.
“No… Maybe… Sometimes,” I stammered. “It’s convenient.”
He looked back to me, eyebrows raised. “Better than me?”
I shook my head. “No way.”
“So you’ve had sex that wasworsethan watching porn? Who the hell were you fucking?” he asked.
I shrugged, not really having a way to answer that question. My eyes slowly left his for the movie where the cop had the girl spread-eagle on the floor. It was hard to look away, especially since I anticipated some steamy action ahead.
“Hey,” Lo breathed, brushing his fingers against my chin. He gently tilted my head towards him, and his parted lips looked ready to kiss me. I waited for him to close the gap between us, but instead of taking me in his arms and mimicking the film, he spoke. “In a competition between me andthis...” He jabbed his finger towards the movie. “I’ll win. Every time.”
He licked his lips, his eyes skimming my breasts and my abdomen and the place that thrummed for pressure between my legs. He was about to prove that he was better than porn—even though I already told him so. He reached over and turned up the volume a little, right when the cop rolled off her to switch positions. I tried not to look at the screen, but the copwasbig. Then the girl skillfully climbed right on top of him, arching her back so her enormous breasts became the focus of his attention.
Lo straightened up and grabbed my legs, yanking me so hard that my breath rushed out of my lungs. My back thudded flat on the mattress, successfully distracting me. He hovered over my body and leaned close. His mouth found my ear, and his tongue slipped inside, my limbs quivering.
As he pulled away, he whispered huskily, “Can a film do this?” He grabbed my wrists, bringing them above my head as he did so often. He trapped them with one hand, and using the other, he lifted up my shirt and my bra. His lips sucked lines from my breast to the hem of my pants, teasing and drawing out intolerable sensations. I wanted him to push inside. To come with every thrust. And I knew he would give it to me. When it came to sex, he offered me everything.
A film could not touch me the way Lo could.
I’d almost give anything to hear him finish with, “I love you.” As he always did.
Instead, I now stare at my paused television, wishing Lo was here to fill my needs instead of meaningless porn. I can’t even try to reach my climax from it. All I do is think of Lo, and how he basically said—in his own sly way—that I should quit watching porn and find my fix with him.
The film seems corny and cheesy and so fucking stupid in comparison. So I shut it off.
