Page 76 of About That Night

“I was listening to music.”

“I didn’t mean to startle you.” Hank lifts my phone to hand it back to me, but then he sees it out of the corner of his eye. “What the hell?” He moves it straight to eye level. “This is porn.”

I don’t even know what to say. But I shrug and feign shock. “Is it? Those darn porn pop-ups. They really need to get that under control. And I have parental controls on my phone.”

Hank grins. He pulls the earbud out of my hand and puts it in his ear. I’m still just chilling on my knees because I’d rather not be face-to-face when he figures this out. Not that he hasn’t already.

He hits the play button on the video.

“When in doubt, cup and gently squeeze the balls!” Katrina says in my left ear.

Everything she says seems to end in an exclamation point.

Hank gives me a stern look. “Chastity, what is this?”

I just give it up. I crack under the nonexistent pressure and roll. I’d be the world’s worst criminal. “I’m watching a video on how to give a blowjob.”

We stare at each other.

Him, down at me. Me, up at him over the length of his firm, muscular thighs, past his rock-solid abs, and to his beautiful blue eyes that are filled with censure and lust. It seems like he’s mad at me. His nostrils are flaring.

Why is he mad at me?

The moment goes on so long, I get a little concerned. I flick my tongue over my dry bottom lip. His cock jerks beneath his jeans. I actually see it move. Which is intriguing. It’s growing right before my eyes into a thick, long length of hot Hank cock. My mouth drifts open.

What would it be like to cup his balls and gently squeeze?

He holds his hand out for me. “Please get off the concrete, or you’ll find yourself on the receiving end of a personal lesson.”

Oh, my word.

“Just remember to have an open mind and approach it with curiosity,” Katrina is saying as I accept Hank’s hand and let him haul me to my feet. “Every penis is different!”

I swallow hard as I come to my full height, all five-feet-two of it, in front of his chest. “Aren’t you going to say anything?”

“What would you like me to say?” he asks, hitting pause on the video.

His tone has goosebumps appearing on my skin, spilling down my arms like dominoes. He sounds sly, dirty. Demanding.

“I…I want you to say that it’s easy, and I’ll be fine.”

“I’ve never given a blowjob. How the fuck do I know if it’s easy or not?”

Huh. “I’ve never thought about that. That obviously makes sense.”

“I think there’s only one way to approach it.”

“With curiosity?” I parrot Katrina.

The corner of Hank’s mouth turns up. “With practice.”

He lifts my phone and hits the play button. He has the screen out from his side, between us, so that we can both see what I can now only assume is the deep-throating part of the demonstration. I gape at it.

“That’s just so…much,” I say. I clear my throat. The throat that is supposed to be taking in a dick. I grab my throat instinctively.

Hank makes a sound that might be considered a growl. I glance up at him, and he looks like he’s been eating nails.

“Is this something you want to know how to do?” he asks.

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