My hand wrapped around the thick ridge of Jake’s c**k through his sweatpants, and the heat of him burned into my palm. He was already leaking, the fabric damp where the head strained against it. I squeezed once, testing, and his hips jerked forward with a low hiss.
“f**k, don’t tease,” he muttered, shoving the waistband down just enough for his c**k to spring free. It slapped heavy against his stomach, the tip slick and shining in the glow from the TV. My p***y clenched at the sight, still pulsing from the orgasm he’d just ripped out of me.
I licked my lips, tasting myself on them from his fingers. “You want my mouth or my hand first?” My voice came out husky, bolder than I felt with my parents asleep down the hall.
Jake’s eyes flicked to the screen—where the woman was now riding one gu
