“You want what, Ryan?”
“I want your mouth on me.”
“Where?”
“My dick.”
She smiles. “Glad to know we’re on the same page. Where do you want it?”
I blink at her. Is this a trick? “I…do you think I have a shoulder dick or something?”
“Are you that stressed out talking about this right now? I’m asking you where in the house do you want me to suck your dick?”
Oh god, I am such a fucking idiot. This is worse than when I called her ‘ma’am.’ She’s gonna leave. She’s gonna pack her bags and go suck Glossy Patty’s monster nob.
“I’m not going anywhere,” she soothes, and I swear to fuck she has ESP. She’s done that more than once. “Let’s try again, shall we?” she offers with a smile. Sitting up, she inches forward, her hands smoothing over my bare shoulders and down my arms. “Do you want it here on the couch? Want to be standing with me on my knees? The shower—”
“Here,” I say. “And I want you on your knees.” I blink in surprise that I said the second sentence out loud.
Her gaze warms with desire. “Yes, sir.”
Sir?
I groan, dragging both hands through my hair as she slips off the couch and slides the coffee table back a few inches. As she stands in front of me, her hands go to the zipper under her arm. “I know you’re a big fan of the dress, but it’s dry-clean only. Plus, I really like the mental image of me being naked between your knees with your dick in my mouth. Would you mind terribly?”
I just blink up at her, unmoving. She’s actually trying to kill me. I’m convinced. She’s going to use this casual dirty talk to end my life before I can come in her mouth. It has to be her master plan…if she was the kind of girl to make plans.
“I…” That’s it. That’s the best I manage.
“I’ll take that as a no,” she says with a flirty smile. “Why don’t you get more comfortable too? Lose the shoes…and whatever else too. Though I do kind of like the idea of you keeping the briefs on. There’s something so sexy about a man exposed but not undressed.”
She wants me to keep the briefs on? Done. At this point, she could ask me to wear a scuba mask and a cowboy hat, and I’d say yes.
I kick off my Sperry sneakers, my gaze locked on her as she drags down that zipper. Then she’s pulling the dress off over her head, getting lost in a sea of pink tulle before she tosses it onto the chair.
She stands in front of me in a white, strapless corset-looking bra and no fucking panties. Her little triangular thatch of soft hair points down to the pussy I just devoured. Reaching around behind herself with both hands, she arches her shoulders back, working the clasps of her bra. In moments, it clicks open, and she breathes a sigh of relief, dropping the bra to the floor.
“Whew, that first free breath always feels good,” she huffs with a little laugh.
My gaze trails down her body from her face to her full breasts, now hanging naturally, unsupported by the corset. She’s got faint red lines marring her skin at her ribs and above her hips. I reach out on impulse, my fingers tracing delicately over the red mark above her left hip.
“They fade quickly,” she says, brushing her fingers through my hair.
“I don’t want this skin marked.” Then I glance up, holding her gaze. “I don’t want you hurt. Ever.”
There’s a softness in her gaze. “You would never hurt me, Ryan.”
I swallow the emotion in my throat. “It’s important to me that you know that.”
“I do.”
I pull her to me as I stand. Then we’re kissing again. I think, at this point, we should just always be kissing. Friends who kiss. And fuck. And maybe keep living together.
Her tongue dances with mine as she works loose the button of my jeans. I cup her breasts, loving the feel of her hard nipples grazing my palms. She tugs down the zipper, and then her fingers are wiggling their way inside the top of my boxer briefs. I brace for impact, heart stopping as she slips her hand down, cupping my hard dick.
She hums another one of those impossibly sexy sounds against my lips as her fingers wrap around my shaft, stroking me from root to tip. She sucks on my bottom lip as she pulls away, leaving me breathless as all my senses now focus on her hand.
“You kidding me with this, puppy?” she teases. “Please tell me you know how to use this masterpiece to ruin a woman.”
“I think so,” I manage to say, my brain still buffering.