Page 28 of Pour It On Me

“I like your cock, though,” she said with a steady voice and a shrug, accompanied by the purposeful sound of my zipper dropping and the rustle of denim when she pulled at my pants. I lifted my hips. “I’m not going to pretend like I want anything from you, okay? I’m not even sure we’ll ever really be friends, but—” She hesitated when my cock sprang free from the restraints of the fabric.

“But?” I asked when she didn’t continue.

She licked her lips again, closing her hand around my cock and locking her gaze with mine. “But I think I want to fuck you sometimes, and I know you want to fuck me. No strings attached.”

Simone didn’t wait for my answer before she began her rhythmic strokes along my shaft. I nodded, muffling a small groan that was building in my chest. “Deal,” I said, my word turning to a groan when she ran her thumb along the tip of my cock and gathered the pre-cum that had started to bead.

She dropped onto her knees in front of me, an amused glimmer in her eyes. Her lips were plump and moist when she parted them, and when she ran her tongue along them, I sucked in a deep breath. Simone’s mouth was warm when she closed her lips around the head of my cock, and her tongue traced the same path her thumb had taken. She hummed.

No strings attached.

“Fuck, Simone,” I hissed, dropping my head back against the couch and weaving my hand into her hair. I didn’t care if we weren’t going to be friends. In that moment, all I cared about was the way she lapped at my cock with eager whimpers slipping out.

She smiled, locking her eyes with mine and staring. Her head bobbed, and I was transfixed by the way her lips looked sliding along my cock. I wanted to close my eyes and keep them glued to her at the same time, and when she didn’t blink, I couldn’t look away. Tears welled along her bottom eyelids when her lips met the base, and when she pulled her mouth off with a quiet pop, she hummed.

In the pocket of my jeans pressed against the couch, my phone jumped to life. I knew Simone could feel it vibrating, and if she couldn’t, the obnoxious ring was likely loud enough that someone could hear it outside the front door. She didn’t slow her movements, her lips tightening around the base and drawing to the tip. She giggled, pulling her lips off with another pop, and I groaned.

“Do you need to get that?” She winked at me, her hands continuing the even movement her lips had paused.

I shook my head but reached for my phone, tugging it frantically out of the pocket to silence it. Not paying attention as I gripped the buzzing rectangle, I pulled it out, realizing too late I had also hit the green answer button. The voice on the other end was muffled, and I looked at the screen.

Auston.

“Fuck,” I cursed quietly, bringing the phone to my ear and holding my finger out to signal for Simone to pause. “Hey, dude. What’s up?” My breathing was heavy enough that my voice was labored.

“What are you doing?” Auston asked, clear curiosity thick in his question. “Are you at home?”

“No, I went for a jog,” I said. I hadn’t run in years, and I desperately hoped Auston didn’t point that out and continue to push me. I took a deep breath and let it out slowly, hissing when Simone closed her lips around the head of my erection and sucked lightly. She winked at me when I glared at her. “Stop it,” I warned quietly.

“Stop what?” Auston didn’t pause long enough for me to come up with a half-believable excuse before he continued. “I was just going to tell you that you should come up to the bar. I think Simone mentioned coming up too.”

She giggled, pulling more of me into her mouth. She could hear him. “I’m good,” I said.

Simone picked up her pace, quickly bobbing her head and working her hands on my cock. I held my breath and gritted my teeth, wanting to clamp my eyes shut as if it would stop me from groaning. I couldn’t stop staring at the way her face was painted with pleasure or the shimmer in her eyes.

“I don’t get you, dude. You guys would probably be really good friends.” The last thing I needed to hear was a lecture from my best friend about how much I’d get along with the girl on her knees between my legs.

“Fuck off.” The frustration building towards my best friend was shadowed by the tightening in my balls. My thighs clenched, and my hips moved upward to meet Simone’s lips. “Shit,” I hissed. “I need to go.”

I dropped the phone to the couch beside me, and Simone drew her tongue along the bottom of my cock in one slow, drawn-out motion. “For someone who hates me so much, your cock completely disagrees.”

Her hair was soft between my fingers when I closed my hand around the strands. With a smirk, I forced her head back down. My cock slipped between her lips, and she smiled. “Just stop talking,” I pleaded.

She picked up her pace, sucking quickly and adding pressure at the base. When my cock went down her throat, she swallowed, and it fluttered around me. I felt the pressure build up and burst from me, sending hot jets of my arousal down her throat. Simone hungrily lapped up every drop, swallowing it.

“You’re right,” she said. “No talking necessary.”

Simone licked her lips and winked, climbing back onto the couch and settling in against the armrest. She didn’t curl up next to me or grab for a blanket for us to share. I fixed my pants, and when she took a gulp of the beer she had set on the side table, I relaxed.

“So then—” I looked at her, running my finger around the neck of my beer bottle.

She had a lazy, half-tipsy smile on her face, and even though she rolled her eyes, she didn’t look annoyed. “So then what?”

“We’re just… friends?”

She shrugged. “Sure. Or we’re just fucking.” She paused to giggle before her face turned serious, as if she were going to scold me. “But that’s it. Nothing more, and nobody knows about it.”

I held out my beer bottle for her to tap hers against. “Deal.”

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