Page 19 of Blame It On The Reindeer

She narrowed her eyes at me and then looked away.

“Seriously, why are you embarrassed?”

“Why wouldn’t I be? It would be like you jacking off and moaning my name for me to hear or see.”

“I have no problem doing that if it turns you on.”

I hated that it was dark in the room because I would bet money on how red her cheeks were from that comment.

“I didn’t say it would turn me on. I simply said that anyone caught masturbating would be embarrassed.”

“I don’t agree.”

“Of course you wouldn’t. You purposely disagree with me just to get under my skin.”

“I do not.”

“You’re doing it right now!”

“Okay, okay,” I said, taking a step back to give her some space. “I am not trying to rile you up. I just don’t agree that masturbation should be something to be embarrassed about. Honestly, the thought of you touching yourself is hotter than fuck, and I would watch that over porn any day. Second, masturbation is a natural thing. People do it all the time. Sometimes, our bodies need a release that no one else can give us. It’s nothing to be ashamed of.”

She seemed to give it some thought but still refused to look at me.

“Do you want me to finish you off?” I offered.

I knew it was bold and brazen of me, but at the same time, I knew she didn’t come from touching herself in her sleep. I could imagine the discomfort she was feeling because I was feeling it, too.

“What?”

“Do you want me to bring you to climax? I know you didn’t come just now, and your body is probably uncomfortable from all that build-up, only to have nothing release it.”

She shook her head and then looked up at me.

“You can’t be serious.”

“Dead.”

She rolled her eyes.

“I don’t see what the problem is. We’re both adults. If we’re both consenting, then why not do something that makes you feel better? It doesn’t always have to be tied to a relationship. Sometimes, it can be just sex and nothing else.”

“I’m not having sex with you.”

“I didn’t say you have to. I offered to get you off. You can pick how. I can finger you until you squirt, or I can eat you out so you come on my face. If you decide you want to have sex, I can fuck you at the right angle to make my cock get you there. There are endless possibilities.”

She took a deep breath in and slowly let it out as she stood there, making no effort to walk away from this conversation.

“No strings attached?” she asked, chewing her nail nervously.

“Nope. I’m not a strings-attached type person. I’m making it very clear that this is more of a business transaction type thing.”

“But why? Why are you doing this?”

I shrugged and shoved a hand through my hair as I gave that question some thought.

“I don’t know. You’re attractive and, for the most part, not too crazy. Plus, I know how it feels to be sexually frustrated. I know how to get women off, so I can offer a solution. Easy as that.”

“You make it sound like you’re some sort of expert,” she said with a snort.

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