by Annie Green
“Who the fuck is that?”
“The love interest,” I replied before pushing play. I didn’t admit it out loud, but I loved that he was here with me and not out fucking some other girl.
“At least suck my dick while we’re watching this to keep me interested,” he said as he shoved his mouth once more popcorn.
I shot him an annoyed look. “If you can make it through all six hours without falling asleep then I’ll get on my knees right here before you and suck you until you come.”
Adrian’s eyes widened at my proclamation and I suddenly wondered what I’d been thinking. Saying things like that was so not me.
He shifted on the couch. “Jane, the dirty little things you say…”
“I know, I’m sorry…I just…”
“You have a deal,” he said interrupting me with a smirk. “I fucking love Jane Eyre…but I love blowjobs more.”
“We’ll see about that,” I replied with a smug smile. I was confident he wouldn’t make it past hour one.
***
When hour two passed and Adrian was happily munching on popcorn and watching the movie like there was no tomorrow I started to grow nervous. I’d given only Craig one blowjob the entire time we’d been together and I hadn’t particularly enjoyed it. And now it was looking like Adrian was pretty damn determined for me to follow through with my promise.
By hour four, I was starting to sweat. Adrian was leaning forward, his eyes focused intently on the screen.
“Who the fuck is in that house?” he asked, when Jane Eyre found her wedding dress cut up and strewn on her floor the next morning. He turned toward me and slanted me a questioning look.
“Well, are you going to tell me or make me wait until the end?” he asked, growing frustrated with my silence.
“Wait,” I croaked, wiping my hands on my jeans. He didn’t seem to notice my nervousness. Instead he returned his gaze to the screen and muttered to himself.
By the end of the movie, Adrian had his hands pressed against the couch cushions. He was so not asleep. He actually looked pretty wired.
“Well, that was a fucked up movie, but it wasn’t as bad as you made it sound.”
“It’s a brilliant story and one of my all time favorite movies,” I replied, not meeting his gaze. It had been my favorite movie until he ruined it. Maybe he forgot about my deal. Maybe he’d just get up and…
“So about that promise you made me,” he said with his lopsided grin. “What was it again?”
I flushed.
“Remind me again, Jane,” he said leaning toward me.
“I’m not going to do it,” I replied.
“Always the poor sport,” he replied with a small smile. “You didn’t think I was going to be able to stay awake did you?”
“No.”
“Luckily for you I love good stories and I have a gay older brother who loves shit like this. I can’t tell you how many times I’ve watched movies like Pride and Prejudice growing up.”
I snorted. “Yeah, lucky for me.”
“Now are you going to get on you knees or what?” he asked, placing his hands behind his head as he stared at me.
Do it. Just do it and see if it’s different with Adrian.
I just stared at him,
“You’re serious?”
“As a heart attack.”
“You’re not messing around?”
“I never mess around when it comes to blowjobs.” He pointed to the ground with a smirk and I itched to flick his face.
Instead I lowered myself between his spread legs. He slid his hands through my hair and my heart rate accelerated in both trepidation and anticipation.
Yes. Yes. Do this.
“God, I hope you can take all of me, Janie,” he said with a chuckle.
“You better hope I don’t bite down,” I replied sourly and he laughed.
I glanced up at him, my fingers digging into his thighs.
“God, do you really think I’m going to make you do this? Get up,” he said, shaking his head.
I gave him a confused look and he sighed. “I’m not such a dick that I’d actually make you go through with it. Jesus. Who do you think I am?”
I sat back on my heels and watched as he ran a hand across the back of his neck.
“I don’t even really know you that well, Adrian,” I replied, feeling somewhat flustered.
You’re just disappointed!
“Yeah, well I know me and there is no way in hell I’m forcing a girl to suck me off over some bet when it’s clear she doesn’t want to.”
I placed my hands on my thighs, but didn’t move, confused by the feelings coursing through me. I shouldn’t have liked his comment so much, but I did. It made me kind of like him.
“What?” he asked, his eyebrows arching up. “What’s wrong?”
“Thank you,” I finally said. “For not holding me to it.”
His lips turned down. “I’m not a rapist.”
“I didn’t think you were.”
“Good.”
We sat there for a few minutes, staring at each other awkwardly before Adrian pushed himself upright.
I followed suit, walking him to the front door.
“I’m glad you stopped by,” I said, as I opened the door for him.
He turned around and smiled affectionately down at me. “I’m glad I was here too. But next time I pick the movie.”
“Deal,” I replied.
“And if you change you mind and you want to blow me, then just let me know. I’m ready whenever you are.”
I punched his arm and said with a laugh, “Not happening.”
***
So about that blowjob...
I glanced at my phone as I lay in bed, clenching my legs together. Adrian had just left my house thirty minutes ago.
What about it? I typed back.
Let’s discuss it.
What’s to discuss? A blowjob is a blowjob.
I have a feeling that with you it would be…different.
I frowned the ache between my legs was replaced with a sinking sensation in my stomach. How so?
First let’s talk tactics. How would you do it?
??? I typed, when I had no idea what to write.
How would you do it? I want details.
Answer my question first! I didn’t want him laughing at my response.
Fine. I think you’d surprise me. That’s what I meant.
That quelled my anxiety so I settled my head onto my pillow and typed, Well first it depends on where you are.
Ok. Fine. I’m coming out of the shower and you’re waiting in the hallway for me.
I rolled my eyes. If I’m blowing you, then I’m sleeping with you. We’d probably be taking a shower together.
Fine. Ruin the dream. Then I’m working on my computer.
Ok. Then I’d surprise you. When you least expect it I’d come in and do it.
What would you be wearing?
That red lingerie set you bought me.
Yes. Then?
Then I’d give you a blowjob.
I could almost hear him sighing in annoyance. Give me details.
Why?
Just give me the fucking details.
I bit my lip and typed quickly. I’d kneel before you, unzipping your pants. Then I’d pull you out…
Then?
Then I’d run my hands over you. I’d want to memorize you. Then that’s when I’d start licking…
Then?
You know I’ve never really liked giving blowjobs.
God, Jane. Really? You’re killing this for me.
You’re imagining this?
Of course I am. This is my late night porn. I’m jacking off as we speak.
The throbbing between my legs intensified and I rubbed at it quickly to ease the tension.
You’re serious?
When am I ever not serious?
All the time.
Fair enough. Now continue.
I don’t know what
to say.
Use your imagination.
I glanced at the ceiling, thinking deeply about what to write when my phone vibrated in my palm.
Hurry up. I’m getting soft.
Fine. I’d pull you out, lick you from head to base. Then I’d suck the tip in before taking as much of you as I could. And I’d suck you until you came.
Would you swallow?
I thought about it for a moment before typing Probably not. I think it’s gross.
Ugh. Jane, we really need to work on your sexting.
I know. I’m not really good at it.
Exactly, which is why we’ll make this a nightly ritual until I’m satisfied.
I slammed my phone onto the pillow and eyed the drawer my vibrator lay in. I would have pulled it out, but I had a feeling Adrian was listening through the walls. So I kept it safely where it was as my phone beeped.
“I’m not answering it,” I said to myself.
Yes, you are. Yes, you are…
So how often do you masturbate?
His question had me pushing the covers off me. Why was it so hot in here?
I don’t ever masturbate.
Liar. You were with Craig for eight years. That’s eight years of terrible sex. I can’t imagine you haven’t masturbated in all that time.
Well, I haven’t.
Come on, Jane. You can be honest with me. I won’t judge.
I glanced over at the wall. You tell me how often you do it first.
Oh I do it all the time. At least once a day. Now your turn.
Once a day? Wow.
Jane…
Fine. Probably once or twice a week. Depending on how I feel.
Finger or vibrator?
I really don’t want to answer that.
I heard Adrian knock on our adjoining wall. “Come on, Jane. Stop being so ridiculous.”
“Just leave me alone. It’s late.”
“Then go to bed.”
“Stop texting me,” I shouted.
I heard his chuckle next door. “Fine. Goodnight, Jane.”
“Goodnight,” I replied loudly. Turning off my light and snuggling under the covers.
But right after I closed my eyes, my phone beeped once more.
Come on. I have to know. It’s the finger isn’t it?
I couldn’t help the smile that spread across my face.
Yes. Happy now?
Yes :):)
Chapter Six
The knock on my door had me bounding down the stairs in nothing more than an extra long tank top and black panties. I glanced through the peephole and sighed heavily despite the flutter in my chest. It was a Saturday night and I was planning on spending a quiet evening alone (something that was unexpectedly rare as of late now that Adrian was in my life) while I read in bed. I had wanted to watch a movie, but Adrian had ruined historical romances for me at the moment. And I was exhausted from not sleeping well the night before.
Don’t complain. You love texting with Adrian. It makes you come alive.
I cracked open the door and peeked out. Amazingly, seeing Adrian after last night wasn’t as awkward as I thought it’d be.
“Yeah?” I grumbled, hoping my tone would propel him back home. All it did was move him forward into my house.
“Seriously?” I said, not sure if I should run for cover or just let him eye my bare legs.
I opted for letting him have his fill. I was too lazy to search for something to cover me up so I just stood there while his eyes slid up and down my body. It’s not like he hadn’t seen it all before.
“You done?” I asked, glaring at him.
“Nice,” he said appreciatively.
I folded my arms across my chest. “Why are you here?”
His eyes met mine and he shook his head slightly. “I’m taking you out.”
“What?”
“I’m taking you out,” he said slowly. “You need to get out.”
“Why?”
“Because you rarely go out now that you don’t have a job.”
“I don’t want to go out,” I said as he took a few steps closer to me.
“No, you’re coming out with me and my friends. Who knows, you may even meet someone.”
“Adrian, I don’t want to. Look at me…” I began, waving my hands at my underdressed figure.
“What? I don’t see anything wrong with what you’re wearing.”
“I’m wearing a tank top that barely covers my ass. I’m on my way to bed, not out.”
Adrian smirked, his eyes sliding toward my butt. “Most women wear shit like this to the grocery store. If you were to leave right now, no one would blink twice at your outfit. You’d actually fit right in with the general public. This is actually how you should be dressing. Now come on,” he said, grabbing a hold of my hand and pulling me upstairs. I tripped along behind him as he added, “I’m going to pick out what you wear so you don’t look like the middle aged woman you are.”
I pushed him playfully. “I’m twenty-six. If anyone is middle aged it’s you.”
His eyebrows rose. “I’m only a few years older than you.”
“What? Thirty?”
“No, I’m twenty-nine.”
“Twenty-nine. That’s close enough.”
Adrian glanced at the ceiling before striding over to me. His hand skimmed my thigh and I jerked back even as goose bumps shot up my leg.
“What are you doing?” I nearly yelped.
“Making sure you shaved.”
“Jesus, you’re such a pig.”
“You may also want to think about a bikini wax too. No guy wants to go down on a girl and have a mouthful of hair…”
I lunged forward and slapped my hand across his mouth, cutting off his comment.
“Don’t. Don’t say it. You’re way too vulgar.”
I could feel him smiling against the palm of my hand and I fought the urge to reciprocate the gesture.
Instead I stared at him, leaning in slightly.
“I do wax, and it’s Brazilian,” I said softly, causing Adrian’s eyebrows to shoot up as I removed my hand from his mouth.
He stared at me for a moment as he cleared his throat before he turned toward my closet.
“Alright now that we cleared that up let’s get to work on an outfit. I can’t have you meeting my friends like…”
“Like what?” I asked slowly.
“Like you just got done shopping at Goodwill.”
“Just so you know, I’ve never shopped at Goodwill and I don’t need help with an outfit,” I muttered, earning a glare from Adrian.
“Trust me. you do. Sweatshirts and paint stained pants don’t cut it. No guy wants to date a feminist no matter how hot she is.”
“I’m not a feminist. I’m an artist.”
“Well, you dress like one. You might as well cut your hair and call yourself Kris.”
“Fine pick out something and I’ll wear it,” I said quickly, only realizing I’d committed to going with Adrian after it slipped from my lips.
His eyes widened as he realized my mistake. “You’ll wear anything I pick out? No questions?”
“No questions.”
“No backing out?”
“No backing out,” I muttered, hating that my night in just ended up being a night out with people I didn’t know. I was socially awkward around my friends. Imagine me out with people I didn’t know. I was a bundle of weirdness.
“And will you be somewhat pleasant? No biting my friend’s heads off?”
“No biting,” I said grumpily.
Adrian’s lips twitched.
“Just pick out my damn outfit,” I demanded, not wanting to hear the comment I knew was coming.
I pushed him into my closet, but heard it anyway.
“You can bite me anytime…”
***
I strode into The Continental Room beside Adrian feeling suddenly self-conscious. I was wearing a tight black lace dress that stopped mid-thigh and my favorite pair of high-heel
ed shoes. I looked more hooker than artist and I wasn’t sure I liked it.
No, you do like it. You like how Adrian’s been eyeing you all evening.
“Stop pulling your dress down,” he said as he placed a hand on my lower back, pushing me forward.
I glanced in the full-length mirror that ran along the entrance of the bar and flushed deeply.
“How come I couldn’t wear something like this on my date with Rob, but now, suddenly it’s okay?”
“Because Rob was a dick and I didn’t want you giving him the wrong impression. You’re with me tonight.”
“And that makes it different?”
“Yeah,” he replied with a shrug. “You’re safe with me. Just stop worrying. You look hot. I like your hair down by the way,” he said, whispering into my ear. I couldn’t help but shiver at the feeling of his breath moving across my skin and when I glanced up, I saw a few women glance away jealously.
Yeah, bitches. He’s mine.
I cleared my throat, glancing up at him. His dark eyes were watching mine before they slid to my lips. I licked them nervously.
“Adrian, if you keep this up, you’ll be going home alone tonight.”
His eyebrows met in confusion. “What do you mean?”
“I mean it looks like you’re here with me. A few of the women here are looking pretty jealous.”
“I am here with you,” he replied, glancing away before I could comment further.
Damn straight he is!
“There are the guys,” he said, pushing me gently forward. I couldn’t do anything but follow his lead until I was standing in front of a table of three remarkably attractive guys. Although, what did I expect? Adrian was gorgeous. His friends would be too.
The conversation suddenly stopped as we approached, all eyes on me.
“Hey guys,” Adrian said with a wide smile.
A chorus of hellos greeted us, each of the guys looking surprised I was even present. It seemed like Adrian hadn’t told his friends I was coming. Great. Just great. Now I was the intruder.
Adrian’s hand lightly rubbed my lower back as I gave a lame wave to the guys huddled around the table.
“This is Marcus, my younger brother,” Adrian said, as I shook the hand of a young guy who had the same beautiful eyes as Adrian and the same chiseled features.
“This is Chris,” he continued and I shook the hand of a dark brown haired guy, who looked like a hipster with glasses and skinny jeans.