“You like me jacking you off?”
“Yeah,” he breathes. “It feels way better than when I do it myself.”
The image of Miles stretched out in his bed, stroking himself, flits through my mind, and it sends a slow heat through me. I release him and nudge him onto his side, sliding my hand beneath the elastic of his waistband until my fingers curl around his hard, thick cock. My thumb swipes over the tip, smearing the bead of pre-cum, and he whimpers. I stroke him slowly, up and down, savoring the way his breath turns ragged.
“Nora…” My name comes out like he’s holding onto the last thread of his control.
“Have you ever gotten a blowjob before?”
He shakes his head. “No.”
“Do you want one?”
“Yesss,” he draws out.
I sit up, and Miles shifts with me as I settle between his legs. I hook my thumbs into the waistband of his boxers and slide them down over his hips. His cock springs free, a thick vein like a road map runs along the underside.
“Looks like you took my advice,” I murmur.
“I went with the billiard balls,” he says, a little breathless. “Plus a trim.”
“Good choice.” Bending down, I swirl my tongue around the tip while my hand massages his smooth, hairless balls.
He moans. “It feels good. So good.”
“I’m just getting started.” I wrap my lips around the head and draw him into my mouth.
A garbled mix of moans and groans spills from him. His fingers thread through my hair, tugging just enough to make my scalp prickle—but he doesn’t guide me. It’s more as if he’s memorizing the position. I take him deeper, the head of his cock pressing against the back of my throat. He shifts onto his elbow. Through my lashes, I watch his focus lock onto my mouth and the slow slide of my lips as I move up and down.
“Nora—” My name leaves him like a plea. To keep going. To go faster. To give him something he’s never had before. So I do. His thighs tremble beneath me as I quicken the pace, my tongue roughening along the underside of his shaft. “Ah—I can’t—” he groans.
A spurt of hot cum hits the back of my throat as he comes, his cock jerking in my mouth. I slow my movements, swallowing him down, then run my tongue along his length one last time before sitting back on my heels.
He meets my gaze with heavy eyes, the corner of his mouth tipping into that soft, half smile he gets when something goes better than expected. It’s quickly becoming my favorite smile of his. It makes me want to straddle his lap and launch us straight into round two. Instead, I move up beside him, my hand hovering for a moment before settling on his chest. His breath hitches. Lying beside him, watching his chest rise and fall, I know I’ve crossed a line. But I can’t make myself look away.
“Tonight wasn’t supposed to turn into a lesson.”
He laughs quietly. “No, no. It was a great lesson. Fantastic, actually.” He rolls onto his side to face me. “I learned a lot.”
Heat creeps into my cheeks, which is new. Blushing isn’t really my thing. “I mean… you did good. Really good. Good pacing. Good?—”
“That was way better than doing it myself.”
I snort. “It usually is. Playing with others is more fun.” I prop myself on my elbow, needing a distraction before my body betrays me completely and I slide a leg over his hip, turning this into an advanced course.
Light spills in from the hallway, a soft stripe cutting across the room. I take in the details around his room: the neatly stacked books on the dresser, the folded hoodie draped over a chair—until my gaze snags on a blinking red light on a shelf. A drone. His drones have cameras.
My brows knit together. “Did you record us?”
He bolts upright. “What? No. Absolutely not.”
I point at the red light. He follows my finger, then exhales as his shoulders sag. “Oh. That’s just the charging light. It’s not recording.”
I cup his cheek. “Oh.” A smile tugs at my mouth. “It would’ve been kind of hot if it was. Watching back everything we did.”
His eyes flicker with curiosity. “Are you into that? Making videos?”
“I’ve never done it,” I admit, “but I like being adventurous.”
