by Annie Green
When I didn’t respond, Adrian muttered, “Tell fucking Craig to leave us the fuck alone.”
“Who’s that? Am I interrupting something?” Craig asked after coughing awkwardly into the phone.
“Yeah, actually. Why are you calling so early, Craig? Is everything okay?”
“Not really. I mean, yes it is, but…I’ve been thinking…” Craig began before Adrian cut him off as he grabbed the phone.
“Craig, call back at a decent hour. We’re tired from fucking and we need to go back to sleep.”
And with that Adrian hung up the phone, throwing it onto the chair next to his bed.
“Why did you do that?” I asked, only slightly amused. I loved how protective he was of me.
“Because it’s seven AM. We’ve only slept for two hours and I’m fucking tired.”
“You sure are grumpy in the morning,” I muttered. “Still horny, I take it?”
“Yes,” he replied, thrusting his morning wood into my thigh. “Thanks for rubbing it in. Now can we go back to sleep.”
I nodded and Adrian closed his eyes with a grunt. I was pressed up against him, my head on his shoulder, my legs draped over his. I could feel his cock jutting out against my bent knee and in my grogginess I went against my better judgment and ran my hand along its hard length.
“You better be prepared to follow through with his, Janie,” Adrian muttered with closed eyes.
I didn’t respond, merely ran my hand over him again.
“If you leave me hanging I will probably strangle you. I was a chemistry major for a while. I could make you disappear, never to be found again.”
I bit my lip to hide my smile. “I’m just hoping that once you’ve been taken care of, you’ll be less of a whiny bitch.”
Adrian’s eyes shot open and he glared at me, but when I flexed my fingers on him, he arched his back.
“God that feels good,” he groaned and I felt myself growing wet. “You better not be torturing me. I’ve gone without sex for way too long for you to mess with me.”
“I don’t think friends get each other off,” I said, not moving my hand from where it lay.
“I don’t think friends make out either, but we’re making our own rules…fuck.” He pumped his hips up into my hand and I slowly released him.
Do it. Do it.
His eyes opened once more, anger moving through their depths until my fingers tugged his underwear down.
“Stop being such a baby,” I said with a small smile. But my grin disappeared when I finally held his entire length in my hand. Holy crap. I’d seen him nude, even seen his cock straining against his pants, but I’d never actually seen him fully erect before. It was an impressive sight to behold.
“I’m working on it,” I whispered, my throat suddenly dry.
As I slowly stroked his bare length, he watched me through hooded eyelids. “So are we adding hand jobs to our list of ‘friendly’ activities?”
I shrugged, tightening my grip around him. “If I enjoy it.”
“How about we just add ‘with benefits’ to the end of our title for the sake of sanity.”
“Do you normally talk this much when you’re getting a hand job?”
“Only with you,” he replied before groaning as I quickened my pace.
“Where do we draw the line?” I asked. “We have to have lines, Adrian.”
“Fuck lines, move your damn hand faster. Are you trying to kill me?”
I smiled into his skin, moving my hand slower on purpose. When he glared at me, I resumed my normal rhythm until he was panting and thrusting into my hand.
“Fuck…feels good…don’t stop.”
And I didn’t because I loved that I was doing this to him. Loved that he was under my power. Loved the whole experience of making such a man quiver under me.
And when he came, he came powerfully, groaning loudly through clenched teeth.
“Shit,” he hissed and I pulled my hand away. “That was the best fucking hand job ever.”
I smiled shyly at him. “Yeah?”
“Yeah. Anytime you want the favor returned, just ask. And any time you want to do that to me again I’m game. But right now…”
“Yeah?” I asked, watching as he wiped his semen from his chest with the sheets.
“Right now I’m going back to bed. I’m fucking exhausted.”
I smiled as he closed his eyes and fell back asleep.
I guess he was like Craig in some ways, I thought. Apparently guys always go to sleep after sex no matter how hot they are.
Yeah, but that was still the hottest thing you’ve ever seen.
Yes, I admitted. Yes, it was.
***
I’m coming over and you’re going to paint me.
The text from Adrian had me stopping my cart in the grocery store aisle. Before I could respond, he added, And don’t even bother making excuses. You gave me a hand job. We’ve made out. We’ve officially moved from friends to friends with benefits. I think that you can paint me with my clothes off and survive.
I bit my lip and looked around, feeling incredibly nervous. As I wheeled my cart to the checkout line, I wrote back.
I’m at the grocery store. I’ll be home soon.
Good. I’m fucking starving.
When I got home, Adrian was waiting for me inside my house. He helped me in with my grocery bags and when we finally put everything away, he grabbed my hand and pulled me up the stairs.
“But I thought you were hungry,” I said, trailing after him helplessly.
“I am, but no more excuses. You’ve been putting this off long enough.”
He dragged me into the spare room and looked around. “So where do you want me?”
I shrugged like I hadn’t been imagining this for months.
His eyebrow arched as he watched me. “I have a feeling you know exactly where you want me, but you’re pretending you don’t have a clue.”
My cheeks flushed as he continued on, “So I’m going to undress while you pretend some more and then we can get on with this. And if you feel so obliged afterwards, you can give me another hand job.”
I pursed my lips and shot him a glare as he pulled his shirt over his head.
I turned away quickly, not wanting to get distracted and began setting my supplies up where I wanted them.
When I turned back around, Adrian was sitting on a large Victorian chair in the middle of the room watching me. I tried not to notice the fact that his legs were parted and I could see his erection straining upward.
“I know. It’s infuriating,” he said with a small smile. “I’m watching you organize your paint supplies and I’m hard enough to hammer nails. It makes no sense.”
I couldn’t help my reddening cheeks.
“I love how embarrassed you get despite everything we’ve done,” he continued as I worked on straightening my easel. “You’re a weird dichotomy, Jane Woods.”
“And you’re just weird,” I managed to get out as I finally stepped toward him. “Now, I want you to sit a little differently,” I said, slowly rearranging his limbs.
When I finally had him in position, Adrian looked up at me. “I am seriously turned on,” he said thickly.
“I can tell,” I said, deciding it was time to get back at him for being such an ass. I lightly ran my hand down his shaft and he shuddered.
“That’s not helping.”
“I know,” I said with a smirk before turning my back and walking back to my easel. Now that he was in this room naked and posed it all seemed so natural. This is what I went to college for. This is what I was trained to do. I grabbed my paint and my brush and slowly began to work on the canvas.
“So tell me about your family,” Adrian said after a few moments of silence.
“Why?”
“So I can get this boner to go down. It’s growing uncomfortable.”
“So you want me to bore you with stories of my mom and dad?”
“And your childhood. I want to know what
makes Jane Woods tick, what makes you so…”
“So, what?”
“So fucking tempting to me.”
My heart fluttered in my chest and I glanced back to my canvas.
“Fine,” I began. “I grew up the only child of Myrna and Herman.”
“Those are terrible names.”
“Tell me about it,” I said with a smile. “What are your parent’s names?”
“Joel and Candice, but this isn’t about me. It’s about you. So back to Myrna and Herman.”
I shrugged. “There’s not much to tell. They met, married and got divorced by the time I was six. My dad’s remarried and my mom has a boyfriend and living life.”
“So you see them often?”
“Never, really. My mom is always traveling and my dad has a young wife and kids of his own. I’m kind of like the forgotten child,” I explained.
“I don’t know how anyone could forget you…”
“Thanks, but I don’t take it personally. They did their best. They weren’t happy together and my childhood wasn’t bad. What about you? Your parents still together?”
Adrian snorted. “Yeah. For over thirty years.”
I stopped painting and glanced at Adrian. “And do they love each other?”
“Yeah. Obnoxiously so.”
I sighed, my paintbrush dangling uselessly in my hand. “How romantic.”
“Romantic for everyone else, but let me tell you, it was damn embarrassing growing up with parents who couldn’t keep their hands off each other.”
“Better than parents who forget you even exist,” I said before adding, “So why do you have issues with commitment when your parents have set such a good example. Shouldn’t it be the other way around?”
Adrian shrugged. “I just haven’t found the girl I want to spend the rest of my life with.”
“She’s out there,” I said encouragingly.
“Yeah. She is,” he replied, his tone suddenly so serious.
Silence washed over us, and when I couldn’t take it anymore I asked, “So did that kill your boner?”
I heard Adrian sigh. “Nope. Still standing at attention.”
“Unfortunate,” I said.
“Tell me about it.”
I painted him until the sun began to set in the sky, his nudity becoming nothing more than art for the time being. When my eyes began to strain, I placed my brush down and said, “Okay, I’m done for today.”
Adrian stretched his limbs as he asked, “Can I see?”
“No. Only when it’s done.”
He rolled his eyes to the ceiling before standing up. “Posing is hard work. I think I lost circulation in my left arm.”
“I know, but thank you for sacrificing yourself,” I said, taking in his lean body with a newfound appreciation. “I see your little problem is gone.”
Adrian smirked as he walked over to his clothes. “Not for long. I have a feeling it will be making an appearance soon.”
He picked up his shirt and held it in his hand. “So should I leave my clothes off or…”
I shot him a look, even though his suggestive question had my insides clenching in anticipation.
“What did you have in mind?”
“We could break in that vibrator?”
“Not happening.”
“You could take off your clothes and we could go at it.”
I shot him a look. “Seriously?”
“Yeah, seriously,” he said, looking offended. “I’m getting hard again. You have magical hands and I can’t stop thinking about last night. I’m absolutely miserable. So are you going to end my torture or what?”
“You’re miserable? That’s sure a great way to convince a girl to jerk you off.”
“Well, this is all new for me,” Adrian said with a sigh, pulling his shirt on. “It’s usually not this hard.”
“Well, maybe it’s good for you to work for something for once in your life.”
“I’ve worked plenty hard for everything I have,” he replied now fully clothed. “It’s just that you’re a particularly stubborn female and incredibly frustrating.”
“I’m not easy.”
Adrian snorted, “You’re telling me. Now if you’re not going to suck my dick, let’s eat. I’m starving.”
***
Please tell me you’ve been fingered before.
I glanced down at my phone and sighed. Adrian had left that night to spend some time with August. Apparently he was having problems with something and Adrian, being his best friend, felt the need to intervene. He’d texted me earlier saying he wouldn’t be home tonight and despite being disappointed I understood.
You kind of understand. You’re worried he’s lying and seeing some other girl. Admit it.
I ignored my internal commentary because it was only succeeding in bringing me down.
I texted back. Yes. I have.
Do tell.
What’s there to say?
How many fingers do you prefer?
I puffed out my cheeks as I replied, To be honest I never really enjoyed it. So none, I guess. I prefer fingers stay on the outside of me.
We will have to rectify that, Jane.
I clenched my legs together. Aren’t you supposed to be hanging out with August?
You sly little bitch. You want to know if he’s really with August or out and about with some pretty blonde haired bimbo.
Checking up on me, Janie?
NO.
Heh. Well, I’m with August who’s being a pain in the ass if you must know. We just got done watching a lame ass TV show and I miss you. I’d rather be with you than here.
Holy crap. Say you miss him too! Say it!
Well, I hope everything’s ok there.
It will be. Now tell me something really naughty so I can pretend like you’re here and fall asleep.
I glanced at my bed stand table and the erotica book lying on top of it. I grabbed it and opened it to a particularly steamy scene.
Before I could think too much about it, I paraphrased a scene from the book and typed out:
I want you to bend me over the couch and fuck me, Adrian. I want to feel your cock slide inside of me inch by inch as you take me hard, so hard that I can’t stop screaming your name. I want to hear our skin slapping against each other’s. I want to make you come so hard that you’ll never forget me. And when we’re done, I’m going to lick you clean until you get hard again. I want you Adrian. I want you so bad.
I hit send and nearly had a heart attack as I waited for his response. Two minutes later he wrote back:
Well shit, Jane. I’m going to be imagining that for months. Holy fuck.
And two minutes later…
I just snuck into the bathroom to jack off, thank you very much. Now I’m fucking exhausted. Shit, I want to come home.
Feeling brave once more I wrote I want you to come home too.
Soon. Very soon. Goodnight, Janie.
I smiled widely as I kissed my paperback book.
Thank you, Erotica.
Chapter Nine
“So you have a date coming up, right?” Sadie asked over the phone.
I’d almost forgotten and sighed heavily. “Yeah. This weekend.”
“You mean tomorrow?”
I paused before mentally tallying up the days. “Yeah, you’re right. Crap. I lost track of time.”
Sadie snorted in the earpiece. “That’s the luxury of being unemployed. One day just bleeds into the next. So you excited?”
“I don’t know,” I said, walking up my stairs and into my spare room, glancing at the painting of Adrian as I did so. “I’ve been a little preoccupied.”
“With Adrian?”
“Yeah.”
“And who’s that?”
“My next door neighbor,” I said, walking over to the window and glancing out. It was March and the buds on the trees were starting to bloom. It really was the prettiest time of the year.
“Your neighbor and Adrian are the same
person? But I thought you hated your neighbor?”
“I did, but now we’re…I don’t know…we’re friends.”
“Friends? You have to send me a picture of him. Is he hot?”
“Yeah, he’s hot. Really, outrageously hot.”
“Oh my god. Maybe you should take your profile off the dating site then…”
“No. No. I’m going to keep my options open,” I said as a beep resounded in my ear, indicating I had a text message. I already knew who it was from.
“Fine, but you need to make sure you call me after your date with…well, with whatever his name is, okay?”
“Yeah, will do.”
Sadie and I talked for a few more minutes before we hung up. I glanced down at my phone and shook my head. The text was from Adrian, as I’d suspected.
Who’s hot?
Stop eavesdropping on my conversations.
I’m getting irrationally jealous. Who’s hot? I couldn’t make out a name.
I giggled before typing, Yeah I’m sure you are. And I’m not telling.
I didn’t want to tell him because his head was already big enough as it was.
When Adrian didn’t respond, I typed, You coming over???
Only if you reveal your little secret.
Nope. Nope.
Then I’m not coming over.
Stop being such a baby.
When he didn’t reply I added, If you don’t come over then who am I going to make out with?
Not even two second later my phone buzzed. Be there in ten.
As I waited for Adrian to come over, I opened my laptop and checked to see who my date was for this weekend. His name was Harrison and he looked semi-decent in his profile picture. Perhaps he was going to be my knight in shinning armor.
Shut up. Adrian is your knight in shinning armor. You want him, not Harry.
“It’s Harrison,” I muttered as my front door opened.
I slapped my laptop shut, feeling suddenly guilty. Adrian’s eyebrows rose as he strode over to me.
“Sneaking around?” he asked, pushing me off my chair with his hips before bringing me onto his lap.
He pulled open my laptop and his eyes narrowed. “Another date, huh?”
“Yeah, tomorrow,” I said, not even bothering to hide my disappointment.