Page 13 of Frenemies with a Player
“What would you like to do to me?” I ask her.
She licks her lips and then bites her lower lip. “I can’t suck your cock in the tub. I could give you a handy.”
I haven’t had a girl use that term with me since high school.
“You don’t have to,” I tell her.
“I really want to,” she says.
“You do?” I ask, surprised.
She nods, biting her lip. She reaches down and places her hand inside my shorts.
“It would be easier if you took these off,” she says.
“Okay,” I agree.
“Besides, I’m naked so it’s only fair,” she adds.
I’m not arguing. I slip off my shorts and place them on the deck. Willa reaches down and begins to stroke me. My breaths turn ragged.
“Tell me what to do, Wyatt. What do you like?” she asks, and her breaths have turned to pants.
“Squeeze my cock at the base then pump it,” I instruct her.
She does as she’s told, and it feels so good. She also looks like she is building again.
“Are you wet for me, Willa?” I ask her.
“Very,” is her one-word reply.
“Fuck me,” I say.
“I can’t,” she replies.
“I know. I didn’t mean it literally. Do you want my fingers to fuck that sweet pussy of yours again?” I ask her.
“You talk so dirty,” she says, but I think she is digging it.
I slide a finger inside her and begin to pump. That makes her pick up the pace on pumping my cock. I envision being inside her and my balls begin to tighten. I roll her nub and she rides my fingers faster. Her hand grows tight on my cock.
“Fuck, Willa, I’m going to come.”
“Me too,” she cries out as she rides my fingers hard and fast.
For only a hand job, she really got me hot and bothered. When she comes down from her high, she kisses my lips and then moves to the other side of the tub.
I feel the loss of her body heat next to mine.
“That was unexpected,” I say since I don’t have something better.
“You got any plans tomorrow?” I ask her.
“My parents are probably going back into town. They need to buy a few things for the Montgomery party,” she says.
“We’re invited to that too. My parents and sister are also heading into town. Why don’t you come over while they are out? That way we can be in a real bed,” I say to her.
“I don’t have your number,” she says.
