“I’m not sixteen anymore.” I chuckled. “Sometimes it takes a second.”
Jess dropped down to her knees, reached for my fly, and looked up at me. In a low, sultry voice, she said, “Maybe I can help.”
Yeah, that did it.
That image was going in my spank bank.
A slow grin spread across my face.
“How?”
“You’ll see.”
She seemed to fumble with the button, but she persevered and got it undone, then she looked up at me with hooded eyes as she pulled my zipper down.
She tugged my pants down my thighs, and I pulled them the rest of the way off.
“Oh my,” she purred when she saw the bulge in my boxer briefs.
I touched her chin. “Baby, that can’t be comfortable on your knees,” then hoisted her to her feet.
“Then let’s go into the bedroom.”
That wasn’t what I’d meant.
When I didn’t move, she threw out, “Or the living room. The couch will work, too.”
Now, I was a dumbass, but I wasn’t an idiot. She’d put some thought and effort into this. If I didn’t comply, I could kiss this ever happening again goodbye.
Not to mention, I wanted to.
I was just at war withwhyshe was doing this.
“Are you sure this is what you want? I don’t want you to feel obligated.”
“Are you kidding me?”
Oh shit.
I’d fucked this up. I’d fucked this up bad.
Before I could even form an apology, she groused, “Just forget it,” and stormed toward the door.
“Wait!”
I reached for her arm and spun her around to look at me.
“I’m trying to be a good guy here. I don’t want you to feel obligated to do something you don’t want to do.”
“How has it not occurred to you that Iwantto do this? I freaking watched videos so I’d do a good job, for fuck’s sake.”
Now I knew she was pissed because she’d cussed.
But I still couldn’t help but smile.
“You watched porn?”
“Yes, I did! And I was looking forward to giving you a blowjob, but apparently you don’t want one from me. So, I’ll just go.”
