Page 62 of Musical Games
‘Oh no! Shit no! Not like that!’
What the fuck?
He leaned over the side of the bed, pulling something out from under it.
‘I read these.’
Sam took the book. ‘You read your sister’s romance novels?’
He nodded. ‘She has too many to keep at her house so she keeps bringing them here and I, er, borrow them.’
‘Your incredible sex skills were learned fromromancenovels?’
He blushed.
She bit the inside of her cheek. He looked so earnest, so unsure. She couldn’t laugh. She examined the cover. ‘“Ensnaring the Earl”?’
‘Don’t be fooled by the cover. It’s erm. It’s er, a bit racy.’
She kept her face straight. ‘A bit racy?’
He nodded. ‘They’re really graphic.’
She tossed the book to the floor. ‘Well, now you know about VPL, I think your education is complete.’
She tugged her dress off and pulled her hair free. He stared at her as if his brain had frozen. She pushed him onto his back and straddled him.
‘So… Am I allowed to take the rest of your clothes off now?’
He swallowed. ‘Are you sure?’
She flicked open the top button of his jeans.
‘Oh yes. I’m very sure.’
She forced her shaking hands to be still as she unzipped his trousers. The material was soaked through. Had he come already? She heard his breathing stop, saw his hands clenched by his sides, the knuckles white.
Don’t say anything.
She pulled his jeans apart and tugged his boxers down, reaching inside and pulling out—
‘Holy shit, Jamie.’
‘What’s wrong? Is it okay?’
She stared at his cock in her grip. Her fingers and thumb didn’t touch as she encircled it. It was long and thick, hot and hard, the slit already weeping precum.
She swallowed.
‘Jamie, I, er.’ She giggled. ‘I think you just might have the perfect penis.’
His breathing restarted, then hitched as she twisted her hand up his length.
‘Oh god, Sam, Jesus.’
His jaw was clenched, the tendons in his neck strained as he fought for breath.
‘Do you have a condom?’ she asked.
