Page 42 of Twisted Obsession

I huff. “I don’t know.”

He’s moving. I hear him, and then suddenly his hand is on my waist. It dips lower, into my back pocket, and he removes my phone. I stay where I am, barely breathing, while he finds the list and reads it in silence. Probably still naked, because he’s an ass.

“Hmm.”

I crack one eye open. “Don’t judge me, Rhodes.”

He chuckles. “Never.”

My heart thumps extra-hard at that. I glance down, maybe somewhat surprised to find it still… erect.

“Why are you hard? Were you jacking off before I walked in?”

He looks up from my phone, then hands it back. “Third one down.”

Give someone a hand job.

“Oh, I…”

“I’ll walk you through it.” He smiles. “Unless you’re afraid? Or you’d rather stumble through it with a stranger…”

“We’re friends,” I protest.

“And friends help each other out.” He eyes me. “You can walk out this door, Melody. I’m not stopping you.”

I automatically glance to my right, at the door. The one I flung open when I barged in without knocking. But then… well, I guess I consider what it would feel like to touch his dick, and I can’t deny the shiver of excitement that runs through me.

“This is wrong.”

He shrugs. “Then go back to your room.”

I…

I could.

Or, I couldnot.

“Decisions, decisions,” he teases, dragging the towel down his back. He sits on the edge of the bed, spreading his legs and giving me a view I won’t forget anytime soon. He leans back on his hands.

I shuffle forward until I’m right in front of him. He doesn’t move. Doesn’t so much as flinch. So I drop to my knees. His dick is suddenly right in my face. Up close, it’s… well, it’sbig. I reach out and run my finger along it, and he sucks in a sharp breath.

“This is wrong,” I say again.

“I know.”

I take him in my hand, my grip light. I don’t really know what to do next. I hadn’t got so far as searching for answers on the internet, if such a thing even exists.

Jacob’s hand encompasses mine. “Squeeze more.”

He drags my hand up, over the mushroom head that’s oozing a clear liquid, then back down. To the base. He does it twice more, then releases me. And I’m on my own.

All except his gaze, which is burning me up. I bite my lower lip, hesitating for a moment, then lean over his dick.

“What are you—?”

I spit on him. And on my hand. My saliva gives my hand more slide, and he releases a low groan. With my other hand, I cup his balls. Gently, because I don’t know if that even feels good. His dick twitches and jumps.

“Is that okay?” I bite my lip again, daring a glance at his face.

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