Page 101 of Withered

“I don’t know what to do.” I bite my lips nervously.

“You are so cute!” He chuckles, his shoulders shaking with laughter.

“Don’t laugh at me.” I scowl at him. He’s probably thinking about what a stupid girl I am.

“Fine. I’ll show you.” He says, then adds, “Have you ever seen a boy naked?”

I shake my head and say, “Only in movies.”

“You have never even seen a dick before?” He asks, and my eyes widen at his foul use of words.

I shake my head again, hiding my face behind my hair. He chuckles again, and I cover my face with a cushion.

“Please stop,” I say into the cushion, adding, “Honestly, leave. This was a bad idea.”

“Nope. You better finish what you started.” He smirks. I know what he’s implying, and I want it to be true. I’m at a loss for what to do.

“Then show me what to do,” I say confidently, even though the possibility of what I might do next excites me while also making me terrified.

My gaze is drawn to the zip on his jeans. His hand enters my field of vision as he pops open the button. Sliding out of the jeans, he is only left in his boxers.

“Want me to remove them too?” He asks and I quickly say no. This is too much to handle.

“I’m happy to be your first, Rose.” He smirks mischievously.

“What do I do?” I ask him, unsure.

“Look at me.” He commands, and I do. He closes the gap between us and looks me in the eyes.

“You don’t have to do it if you are not comfortable,” he says it, and a smile spreads across my face. It is enough for me that he is understanding.

“Maybe if I could touch it?” I suggest.

Jake takes a sharp breath and moves back. “Be my guest.”

Too scared to look at him, I stroke his manhood over his boxers. Not knowing what to do, I just keep my hand over the slight bulge and move my fingers over his length, which is growing. He sucks in a breath and curses.Am I turning him on?The fact that I might be turning him on is enough to turn me on.

“Help me here,” I plead, looking at him from under my lashes.

He takes my hand in his and wraps my fingers over his length in such a way that I’m cupping it. I move my hand over his bulge, and he mutters, “Fuck. Keep going. You’ve got it.”

He is enjoying it. So, I continue the slow, torturous movements. When I look at him, he is leaning on his elbows, his eyes closed, and his mouth parted.

I run my nail over his long length, and he groans loudly. “Fuck. Do that again.”

I comply by repeating the movement. I halt, and Jake opens his eyes and asks, “Why did you stop?”

My hands reach for his boxers’ waistline. Sensing my actions, his hooded eyes go straight to lust. I pull down his briefs, and he assists me by lifting his hips off the bed. My jaw drops open, and my eyes widen at his length. It’s huge. I stare at it for a few seconds, blinking to see if it was real or not.

I gently touch it with my finger, and it bounces back upright. I take him back into my hands and continue as Jake told me. His skin is both soft and firm, which is not what I expected. I cup my trembling fingers around it and glide my hand up and down in the same manner as before—slow but tight. With each movement, his smooth flesh slips up and down. After a few seconds, I see his chest rising and falling; he is close.

“I’m going to come,” he mumbles.

I stroke his erection faster, squeezing his blunt head and kissing the hickey that I gave him. His hand goes behind my neck, keeping me in place while I feel something wet on my skin and Jake collapses on my bed.

I lean back and look at him. I love to have control over him, even if it’s only for a few minutes.

Jake opens his eyes and sits upright. My gaze goes back to his erection, and I have to close my thighs as a weird feeling starts creeping inside me.

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