Page 49 of Paradox
The pull he has on me is wound so tight I have to count down from five so I don’t follow too eagerly behind him. Because he’s not the only one who’s hard.
By the time I’ve closed the door behind me, I can see the shadow of Eden walking up the stairs. “Got any preferences?”
I shake my head before remembering the lights are out. “No.”
While sitting in my usual spot on the sofa, I take the opportunity to palm myself while he’s out of sight.
The bedside lamp flicks on, and I tear my hand away like this whole thing is just an excuse for him to embarrass me. But he’s not there watching me, and I can hear him moving DVDs around.
The lamp flicks off, and I hang my head while Eden descends the stairs.
He throws a box of tissues and a tube of lube on the sofa.
I can’t help sneaking a peak at him once he’s at the TV. His left hand is rubbing his dick over his sweats while he holds the DVD case in his mouth and the remote in the other.
Squatting down, he puts the disk in the machine, and backs up around the coffee table until he’s sat in his spot.
With the glow of the TV making everything more visible, he says, "Get back here,” and gestures to the corner where the two parts of the sofa meet.
Shuffling back, I stretch my legs out in front of me as the title appears on the screen.
Filthy Cheerleaders 5.
“For you, little man. Gotta get old school out here.”
After pressing play, he skips past the first chapter.
A group of women who couldn’t be older than me, stand in a locker room. Some are dressed, some have towels wrapped around them, and others are only in their underwear.
Within minutes a man enters, he’s the football coach and at least forty, and all but one girl leaves. He starts praising her on how well she was practicing, then tells her she should be the head cheerleader.
With innocent looking eyes, she stares up at him with her hands behind her back.
The coach suggests that she should stretch, and of course he helps her.
When the cheerleader bends down in front of the coach, he reaches between her legs and glides his fingers over her vagina through her underwear.
It’s doing nothing for me.
My eyes strain as I try with everything I have to watch Eden without being noticed.
His pants are pulled down just past his backside.
He squeezes some lube in his hand and rubs it over the head of his dick and down the shaft.
My chest tightens, and I reflexively lick my lips.
He lays his other arm across the back of the sofa.
He's so close.
He has no shame.
Only a few hours ago he was pushing me face first into the snow, and now he’s jerking off beside me.
The coach grabs the cheerleader by the waist and grinds his hard-on against her.
She giggles, and says that he should stop in case they get caught.
