Page 14 of A Cock and Bull Story
Apparently, Jack is afraid he’ll rip his clothes off and ravage me if he doesn’t take them off in private. I mean,he is showing me his ass; so, does it really matter? But I don’t want to make him uncomfortable—we are recovering addicts, after all.
“Ummmm,” Jack practically stutters as I fall to my knees before him.
It’s not sexual,I swear!
I’m just helping a friend out of his jeans so I can take a look at his ass.
Nope.
Nothing sexual about that at all.
I lick my lips in anticipation as I unbuckle his pants—for naming his ass!
Nothing else.
I promise that my intentions are only of the highest order. I also confess that I’m a sick liar. I do want to get better, but I want Jack and his fine ass.
Now.
The breath wooshes from my lungs when Belle gracefully sinks to the floor. It takes everything inside of me to not pant.
She’s just helping undress me. . .
Nothing wrong with that.
She just wants me to be comfortable with shifting,I remind myself.
I will my trouser snake to remain limp, but the fucker doesn’t listen. All he knows is that the most gorgeous woman we’ve ever seen is on her knees before us—undressing me.
I swallow thickly, embarrassed that I can’t keep my dick under control. I’m like a horny teenager who’s about to have his first shag. A shudder rocks my body when she shimmies down my jeans.
The cool air hits my exposed skin and I shiver.
“It’s brass monkeys,” I mutter.
“Are you talking about your balls?” she wonders, and I choke on a laugh.
“No, love, it means that it’s bloody cold,” I explain.
She tilts her head as her eyes light up with understanding.
“Do you want me to warm you?”
“No,” I manage in a strained voice. “My ass is hairy enough to keep me warm.”
Her eyes enlarge at my words, and I wince.
“Sorry—I hope that wasn't rude, considering that you have a, ah, bare pussy.”
I hope that I didn't offend her since sphynx cats don't have any fur and donkeys are shaggy motherfuckers, but she tips back her head and laughs instead.
“I forgot that you prefer your pussy hairy.”
“No, that’s not true!” I rush to reassure. “I'm sure yours is perfectly lovely.”
Gads, I sound like a right git.
I don't know why I have the collywobbles. The truth is it's been yonks since I've been on the pull. And, even though I'm not here with Belle in that capacity, it still feels like there's something more going on between us. Everything she says sounds like a sexual invitation, but I know that it's not.
