Page 69 of Topping the Jock
“You’re messed up,” I said, shaking my head.
“I know.” He grinned at me and tightened the arm on my shoulders.
It felt amazing.Hefelt amazing.
AfterHalloween, we watched the originalFriday the 13thfollowed byA Nightmare on Elm Street.He was a lover of the classics. I hated horror movies, but I enjoyed watching them with Monty. Not only because he jumped and made me laugh on several scenes, but he also had a running narrative.
“Girl is batshit crazy,” he said. “Who hears a noise outside at night and goes out there in only a T-shirt? I’d be locking those doors and grabbing a knife.”
“I wouldn’t be there to begin with,” I said.
“What if I was there?” he asked, turning to face me. “Would you come rescue me?”
I scoffed. “Only because I’d miss picking on you if you were gone.”
“So you’d come in guns blazing, kill the bad guy, then sweep me up like a damsel in distress and carry me to safety?”
“If necessary,” I responded with a sigh. “Now watch the movie. We wouldn’t want to miss yet another gutting.”
Monty laughed and pressed his face into the side of my hair. “I think I’m done with the movie. What do you say we take things to my bedroom?”
“Who said you’re getting lucky tonight?” I peered over at him, brow raised.
His bottom lip jutted out. His outfit made him look even more pitiful. Even if I’d wanted to, I wouldn’t have been able to resist. I grabbed him by the bow tie and brought him toward me, our mouths meeting hard. I felt him smile.
He fumbled with the remote, turning off the TV, and then we made our way to his room, kissing and bumping into furniture and walls as we went.
“Get on the bed and take your clothes off,” I panted against his lips before pushing him backward.
He hit the mattress with a light bounce and grinned up at me. “What are you gonna do?”
“You’ll find out. Now. Strip.”
“You should’ve worn a leather harness under your clothes,” Monty said as he untucked his shirt and pulled it off. His fake glasses were knocked aside with the action. “You could’ve been my sexy Dom for Halloween.”
“I’m not a Dom.” I rolled my eyes.
“Whatever you say, sir.” He cracked a smile when I shot him an annoyed look. “Okay, I’m stripping.”
“I’ll be right back.” I grabbed the bag from the floor and walked into the bathroom across the hall, closing the door so he couldn’t peek.
Earlier that week, I had ordered a toy from the FleshJack online store. The shipping had been quick and discreet. I took the toy out of the package and filled the sink with warm water before submerging it. I had already cleaned it and inserted the sleeve before going over to Monty’s house, but I wanted to get the toy closer to body temperature so it wouldn’t be cold when I used it on him.
“You better be naked when I get in there,” I called out.
“Already am,” he answered. “I don’t know what you’re doing, but my dick’s already hard.”
I stifled a laugh and checked the toy. Satisfied, I lifted it from the sink, dried the outside a little, then returned to the bedroom with it behind my back.
Monty sat propped against the headboard, one hand behind his head and the other lazily stroking his dick. He hadn’t been lying. He was rock hard. Which, in turn, made me hard too. The jerk.
“What’s behind your back?” he asked with an excited gleam in his eyes.
I walked over and got on the bed, the mattress dipping beneath me as I crawled up to him. His smile widened the closer I got, and he tilted his head back, meeting me for a soft kiss as I straddled him. His dick poked my ass as I dropped a kiss to his neck, then lower as I practically worshipped his muscled body.
I had bought a special water-based lubricant to go with the toy, and I brought it forward. Monty’s interest was piqued. Then his eyes widened.
“Is that a goddamn Fleshlight?” he asked.
