She eyes me now and then. Either trying to see my reaction to the music video on the screen or seeing if I’ve fallen asleep. I can’t know for sure, but I don’t let on that I’m aware of her eyes on me. I’m not in the mood for one of her snide comments.
“You should sleep,” she finally says. “And I should go.”
“No,” I protest, turning to face her. “Stay the night.”
“No.” She laughs, shaking her head. “I don’t think that’s a good idea.”
“I’m not asking to fuck you. I’m afraid I couldn’t get it up if you wanted me to.” I smirk. “Just stay, as a friend.”
“A friend?” Her eyebrow lifts, challenging that idea.
“We could pretend for the night.”
“It’s technically morning.”
“Jesus Christ, Prue, why are you so difficult?”
“Trying to live up to the names you keep calling me.” She smiles, and suddenly I don’t mind how difficult she is being. That smile is too fucking good to see. I could get used to that smile. “I have class in the morning and if I’m not getting lucky, what’s the point in staying with a man who keeps insulting me.”
My eyes light up at the idea of her getting lucky. I could make her feel real lucky. I want to do that more than anything honestly. The alcohol in my system might pose a challenge, but I have more tools than just my giant cock.
“That’s a fair point.” I nod. “I do owe you an orgasm. I’m a big fan of tit for tat.” Her eyes sparkle for a moment, as if the idea of an orgasm from me is the best thing she ever heard. It makes my limp cock tense. Maybe I could get it up for her. “I’ll make you a deal.”
“A deal?”
“Let me get you off and if I fail, I’ll let you leave and never call you again.”
“You just said you were too drunk to get it up,” she counters, a smug little smile on her face.
“I play guitar for a living, Prue, but I know how to strum a pussy better.”
She doesn’t say anything for a long moment. Wheels are turning behind the sky that is her eyes. A layer of desire sits in them, as she chews on her lip for a moment.
“No,” she says softly. “But I will counter your deal.”
“With?”
“Let me suck your cock again. If you can cum, I’ll stay.”
Well fuck me. That’s not the offer I was expecting. My cock is slow to stiffen but still stiffens at the memory of how good her mouth felt.
“Do you have an oral fixation or something?”
“I just like a good challenge.”
I ponder that idea for a moment. The idea of her mouth around my cock is tempting. It has me slowly growing hard already, but I much rather make her cum. I want to see what that looks like. Those eyes that do loops whenever I annoy her and try to slice me open every time I insult her must look glorious when she is coming undone. But even as my cock stiffens, it doesn’t harden completely.
I’m not sure I can get fully hard right now. That happening in front of her is a level of embarrassment I’m not sure I can handle right now.
“I only accept your terms if you get naked first.”
“No,” she says quickly, eyes darting to look at the floor in front of her.
“Why not? You aren’t exactly hiding anything with those tight turtlenecks and skirts you’ve been wearing.”
“I am too,” she whispers.
Oh. I’m a fucking idiot. That shitty ex of hers hurt more than just her face. Those turtlenecks are hiding more bruises.
