Before I can think about all the possible fantasies of his that we don’t fulfill, he sits upright. “So what prize am I going to get for being sexy?”
“I’m gonna…blow you.” I hold my breath, trying hard not to chicken out.
“Rose! Don’t mess with me. This is not a thing to joke about.” His face is suddenly serious, and I don’t like his almost accusing tone.
“I’m not,” I reply quickly. “But I need you to help me. I’ve done a lot of research, but still, theoretical knowledge can only take me so far. It’s like I can read and watch all about driving, but it doesn’t get real until I’m inside a car and my hands are on the steering wheel.”
“Are you really comparing blow jobs to driving cars?” He’s trying to act all calm like his CEO persona, but the excited lilt in his voice gives him away.
“Teach me. I want to do it.” My body heats up, and my words shake, betraying the courageous front I’m trying to portray.
“Since when?” He grabs my hand, and his quickening pulse resonates with mine.
“Are you just going to ask questions? If you aren’t interested, then it’s okay.” I have only so much courage. I push the covers down and get up from the bed. But before I can go far, Zander follows me and gathers me in his arms.
“I’m interested. I’m fucking beyond interested. You know I’ve been interested since the day you proposed to blow me in my office while wearing that black dress.”
My heart rate skyrockets at his remark. “Then teach me.”
“Are you sure?” His gaze doesn’t leave my face, and I know he’s checking for any of my nervous tics.
“I might be shy about these things, Zander, but I want to experience, or at least try, everything with you.”
A playful smile plays on his lips at my words. “Everything. That’s a big word, couch girl.”
“Not as big as you,” I murmur, rubbing myself against his hardening penis.
“Oh, Rose. You shouldn’t have done that, babe.” He leans forward and grabs my lavender pillow from the bed. Throwing it on the floor next to my feet, he says, “Get on your knees. Class starts now.”
My hands move from where they were resting on his chest. Zander grabs them at the last moment and helps me get down.
“What should I do?” In this position, I’m eye level with the towel knot around his waist.
“Close your eyes.”
I look at him in confusion. How can I do this with my eyes closed? I’m not even sure I can do it right with my eyes wide open. But when Zander simply stares down at me, waiting for me to follow his instruction, I comply.
“Do you really want to do this, couch girl?”
I smile despite the nerves. My heart swoons at his tenderness, and some of the nerves settle down.
He knows my heart.
I open my eyes and nod, determined to give him the fishing best blow job in the whole world.
“Then remove the towel. I’m all yours.”
My hands tremble as I pull the end of the towel, and it pools at his feet before me.
Fish! He has strong legs.
How did I not realize this till now? Maybe because I’ve never been in this position. I’ve given him a hand job several times now, but I’ve never been face-to-face with his…penis.
Holy sugar!
I gulp and stare at his thick, long—
“You’re killing me, Rose. Why are you staring at it like that?”