and off, running her hands over his smooth, firm chest. The stiff buttons of his nipples tickled her palms as her hands moved down his tight torso. When she reached his narrow waist, he pulled her to him, crushing her breasts against his bare chest and sucking on her mouth with the force of a vacuum. Jen fumbled blindly at his pants until she had them undone. She slipped her hand in and grasped onto the stiff evidence of his desire. He moaned at her touch and pulled his tongue out of her mouth. Jen stared up into his handsome face, gripping him with more confidence and pumping.
She worked her tongue and teeth down Dave’s chest and over his flat stomach, lowering to her knees. Yanking his jeans down with one hand, she cupped the other around his balls, drawing another deep moan. Her teasing tongue glided along the length of his erection before she opened wide and slid him into her mouth. She remembered everything David had taught her as she focused entirely on Dave’s needs, rocking her head at a steady rhythm.
Dave’s cat-like growl became a steady purr. With one hand on her head, he pulled at her hair, his grip becoming tighter and more painful. She grunted a complaint, but he didn’t seem to notice. His other hand came to the back of her hair, clenching the roots and jerking her head back and forth. She reached for one of his hands and pulled it away, yanking out a few stinging hairs in the process.
Dave clenched her hand tightly in his and shouted, “Oh, oh, oh!” He thrust himself all the way into her, touching the back of her throat. Jen felt a warm shot in her mouth and fought her gag reflex as she swallowed. He released her hand, and she released his dick. Kneeling on the floor, she ran her hands through her hair, rubbing her smarting scalp.
“That was superb,” Dave said. “Damn, Gigi, I never would’ve guessed you’re a frickin’ professional. Do I gotta pay you for that?”
Jen wanted to be flattered, but…was he calling her a hooker? She was too stunned to give any response and stayed on the floor, drawing her hands over her naked chest, suddenly feeling exposed.
Dave tossed Jen her shirt and bra. “Instead of Gigi, I’m going to have to start calling you Digi—Dirty Girl.”
Jen didn’t want to be Digi. She liked being Gigi. As she absently got dressed, Dave pulled on his briefs, kicked his jeans to a corner, and fell onto his bed. “I’m beat, Digi, and I’ve got to get up early tomorrow, so…”
“You want to go to sleep?”
“Yeah.” He stretched a long leg diagonally across the twin mattress. “Sorry this bed’s too small for two people. But you probably want to get back to your place, anyway.”
Jen sat zombie-like, crushed by the abrupt dismissal after what they’d just done together. Where were the tender embraces? The confessions of developing feelings? Hell, at that point, she’d have been grateful for a friendly pat on the head.
“Jason should still be around somewhere. I told him you’d need a ride home. If you hurry, you can probably catch him.”
In a fog, Jen looked around for her coat. Everything felt thick and fuzzy, like it wasn’t really happening. Her shock made it impossible for her to have any proper reaction—such as clawing off Dave’s testicles—so she merely picked up her coat and stumbled out of the room to the dark, creaky staircase. Alone. Had Dave even said goodbye? She couldn’t remember. She fought back the tears that screamed to bust out. She had to keep herself together until she got back to her apartment.
Sticking her head into the living room to see if Jason was there, she instead saw David studying at a table across the room. Shit! She hadn’t thought about him being Dave’s housemate. Of course he was there. Before she could duck her head back into the hallway, David looked up. Jen plastered on a big, fake smile. “Hi. Is Jason around?”
“He just left.”
Shit, shit, shit! “Oh, okay.” Desperation slammed down on her.
She worked her tongue and teeth down Dave’s chest and over his flat stomach, lowering to her knees. Yanking his jeans down with one hand, she cupped the other around his balls, drawing another deep moan. Her teasing tongue glided along the length of his erection before she opened wide and slid him into her mouth. She remembered everything David had taught her as she focused entirely on Dave’s needs, rocking her head at a steady rhythm.
Dave’s cat-like growl became a steady purr. With one hand on her head, he pulled at her hair, his grip becoming tighter and more painful. She grunted a complaint, but he didn’t seem to notice. His other hand came to the back of her hair, clenching the roots and jerking her head back and forth. She reached for one of his hands and pulled it away, yanking out a few stinging hairs in the process.
Dave clenched her hand tightly in his and shouted, “Oh, oh, oh!” He thrust himself all the way into her, touching the back of her throat. Jen felt a warm shot in her mouth and fought her gag reflex as she swallowed. He released her hand, and she released his dick. Kneeling on the floor, she ran her hands through her hair, rubbing her smarting scalp.
“That was superb,” Dave said. “Damn, Gigi, I never would’ve guessed you’re a frickin’ professional. Do I gotta pay you for that?”
Jen wanted to be flattered, but…was he calling her a hooker? She was too stunned to give any response and stayed on the floor, drawing her hands over her naked chest, suddenly feeling exposed.
Dave tossed Jen her shirt and bra. “Instead of Gigi, I’m going to have to start calling you Digi—Dirty Girl.”
Jen didn’t want to be Digi. She liked being Gigi. As she absently got dressed, Dave pulled on his briefs, kicked his jeans to a corner, and fell onto his bed. “I’m beat, Digi, and I’ve got to get up early tomorrow, so…”
“You want to go to sleep?”
“Yeah.” He stretched a long leg diagonally across the twin mattress. “Sorry this bed’s too small for two people. But you probably want to get back to your place, anyway.”
Jen sat zombie-like, crushed by the abrupt dismissal after what they’d just done together. Where were the tender embraces? The confessions of developing feelings? Hell, at that point, she’d have been grateful for a friendly pat on the head.
“Jason should still be around somewhere. I told him you’d need a ride home. If you hurry, you can probably catch him.”
In a fog, Jen looked around for her coat. Everything felt thick and fuzzy, like it wasn’t really happening. Her shock made it impossible for her to have any proper reaction—such as clawing off Dave’s testicles—so she merely picked up her coat and stumbled out of the room to the dark, creaky staircase. Alone. Had Dave even said goodbye? She couldn’t remember. She fought back the tears that screamed to bust out. She had to keep herself together until she got back to her apartment.
Sticking her head into the living room to see if Jason was there, she instead saw David studying at a table across the room. Shit! She hadn’t thought about him being Dave’s housemate. Of course he was there. Before she could duck her head back into the hallway, David looked up. Jen plastered on a big, fake smile. “Hi. Is Jason around?”
“He just left.”
Shit, shit, shit! “Oh, okay.” Desperation slammed down on her.
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