“You really want me to spend the day with you?” she asks. “I don’t want to mess up a good thing.”
“I don’t think that’s possible.”
“This has been really nice, Dylan. I don’t know the proper etiquette for all this. I don’t usually sleep with someone I met the day before.”
“How about we take it all as it comes? I don’t know the proper etiquette either, but as long as we’re communicating, I think we’re golden.”
“Okay. I’m a bit poor at communicating what I really want to say sometimes, but I want to be better at it. I’ll try.”
“You’re doing great,” I tell her.
She laughs. “Awesome. I’ll be back.”
She starts to put a shirt on, but I grab her hand.
“Leave it. I wanna see you.”
Her cheeks flush as she looks down at me.
“You’re a bad boy, aren’t you? One of those my mom warned me about. So naughty and so charming…”
“I’m the nicest bad boy you’ll ever meet,” I tell her solemnly. “Or the naughtiest nice guy…take your pick. Both apply.”
She laughs. “Either way, you’re trouble, aren’t you?”
“Yes.” I grin. “Always. Fun trouble, though.”
She shrugs and walks away. Over her shoulder, she says, “I am having fun.”
And I’m going to be hard nonstop while she’s around, I can just tell.
I use the bathroom in the hall, freshening up really quick, and when I walk back into my room, she’s coming out of my bathroom. She smells like my soap, which turns me on. I catch her by the waist, and she smiles up at me.
“Are you still feeling good?” I ask. “Do you need more food? I want to make sure we don’t have any more passing-out episodes.”
“I feel fine. Much better than yesterday. I just needed your food.” She grins and slides her hands up my chest.
“Will you tell me if you get hungry or if you need anything?”
She pauses, and I poke my lips out in mock consternation.
“Remember how we agreed to communicate?”
“Yes,” she groans. “Okay, I will tell you if I need anything, but stop worrying about me. I’m good, I promise.” She steps closer and smiles when she feels me against her stomach. “It’s you that I’m worried about. What are we going to do about this situation?”
She reaches between us and slowly pumps my cock.
“It’s dire, as you can see…I mean, feel,” I say. “I need your help.”
“What can I do?”
“What do you want to do right now?” I ask.
For some reason, I want her to tell me everything. I don’t want her holding back even a little bit. She’s shy, but I don’t want her to be shy with me.
“I want you in my mouth,” she whispers, and then her eyes widen like she didn’t plan on saying that out loud.
I gulp and freeze when she gets on her knees.
