Page 28 of My Turn Petal
He is different in this setting.
“Make yourself come.” The words come out at ease. A regular chat between two friends dining together.
Thinking I heard him wrong, I respond, “What?”
He picks a fry from the box, dips it in ketchup, and pops it in his mouth.
“You heard me.” His nonchalant grin confuses me. Yet, a renewed hunger is shimmering in his eyes. “Shove that burger down your throat while you make yourself come with your other hand.”
Mouth agape—I’m pretty sure it is—I’m rendered speechless with no ability to move for a moment before I finally pull myself out of it.
Something akin to desire rises to the surface, and all I can do is accept it for what it is.
This is what I signed for when I accepted his help.
He’s getting to know my body, arousing me, and helping me open up.
Both mentally and physically.
Putting the burger down, I open my zipper, release the button, and push my jeans until they’re a pool at my feet along with my underwear.
“Good, now touch yourself.” He continues to guide me.
I moan at the taste of the meat and the connection between my fingers and my swollen clit.
Fuck, this is so fucking hot when he watches me like this.
He pulls his lips to his cheek, drags his chair closer to me, picks a fry, and slowly pushes it through my lips.
“Yes, that’s it. Open your mouth,” he pushes the fry until his fingertip taps on my mouth, “And take what I serve you.”
The air is getting warmer.
I’m not sure whether I breathe or not.
I’m hypnotized.
This is not the Theo that I know. Well, it is, half of him. Yet, there is another half I haven’t witnessed before and it prickles my skin in excitement.
The walls blur as I let my fingers glide along my slit.
Another moan permeates the air.
“You want your pussy to open up for me.”
I gasp, “Yes.”
I lose track of time as I continue to rub my clit harder.
“Take all me inside you.” He groans on purpose. “Wet my cock with your dripping pussy.”
“Oh, fuck yes.”
“Show me how wet you are.” He shoves another fry into my mouth.
I gather my arousal on two fingers and hold them in front of him to inspect what he desires. Feeling like I rested my case, I retrieve my hand where I need it to be but Theo stops me.
Gripping my wrist, he brings my fingers closer to his lips. His eyes blazing at me as he slowly pushes them and sucks me clean.
