The house was dead quiet except for the low murmur of the TV and the soft clink of my wine glass against the nightstand. Movie night with Jake had been our ritual since elementary school—same bed, same blanket, same unspoken rule that nothing ever happened. Until tonight.
I’d picked the movie blind, some random streaming title with a vague thumbnail. Figured it’d be another dumb action flick we could mock for two hours. Instead, the screen filled with skin the second the opening credits faded: a woman on her knees, lips stretched wide around a thick c**k, wet slurping sounds pouring from the speakers like the volume had been cranked on purpose.
I froze, soda can halfway to my mouth. Jake didn’t move either, but I felt the shift in his body beside me, the way his thigh pressed harder agai
