Nothing makes Leonid question his friendship with Alessandra quite like her playing with his dick. He may be oblivious to his surroundings, but nothing says intentionally like five trips from root to tip- make that six. Slow, careful strokes with enough pressure that it’s not just a tick or mistaken thing. This is deliberate, and she wants him to know it.
The question is, what does he do about it? Two decades of friendship is nothing to disregard quickly. Two-thirds of his life calling her to make sure she makes it home safely, for study groups, and talking to her about her boy troubles. Enough time to define a relationship between two people and set the dynamics of what is on and off the table. On the other hand, or in her hand as it were, his sex seems not to mind.
She continues her slow strokes as her tv watches them, wondering what his next big move would be, and wasn’t that the million-dollar question? Ignoring something is not usually the right answer, and she clearly wants him to notice. However, undoing his fly and giving her access without saying anything seems too cold.
So that only leaves him with the choice of saying something, but what would he say- what could he say? Hey, I noticed my cock in your hand. Is it in your way? That was a no-go. He could always go with the wisdom of the ancients and ask, ‘What are you doing?’ solid stuff there.
All his thoughts are cut short when she turns to see if his eyes have traveled in her direction, and why wouldn’t they? So it is now or never.
“I thought you invited me over to watch a movie. I could be wrong, but I’m sure this is how you start one.” Her full laugh rolls out as she tosses her head back, but she keeps a firm grip even then.
“Well, maybe I had other plans. Though that’s not a bad idea either.”
“Is this a good idea, Alessandra?” Her hand makes another round trip as she bites her lips.
“I think so. Don’t you?” His rod thinks so, but he didn’t make it this far thinking with the smaller brain. And why fix what isn’t broken?
“Someone does, but you know me. I care about you more than anything. I don’t want a spur of the moment decision to ruin a friendship.”
“Maybe I do. Maybe I don’t want a friendship anymore.”
“Careful, Alessandra.” He is cautious not to anger her by bringing up things he shouldn’t. But that is what brought him here, wasn’t it? A falling out with a particular Angel that made a bunch of promises that he couldn’t keep. Like when he said that his nights would only be spent with her. A lie that had not only been discovered by her but by her entire workplace.
“I am being careful,” her delicate hands work his button and move his zipper to the open position. “You told me that I should give my body to someone I trust, and who can I trust more than you?” She reaches for his member, and the little guy is more than happy to make himself available.
“Yes, but I don’t want our friendship ruined over a moment of just wanting to get over him. Something you do just to feel wanted, just to feel beautiful, but forgetting that I will want the same.” He takes her face in his hands and meets her eyes. “Alessandra, you are the most beautiful woman I know and deserving of so much love. I’m willing to give that to you. I want to give that to you. But only if you are willing to give the same to me.” There is a silence between them for a moment, and when she looks away, wiping at her eyes, he knows her answer.
He grabs his zipper, only to have his hand swatted away.
“How could you say something so sweet and think I could say anything else but yes?”
His eyes spring back to hers as he realizes she’s closer to him now. Her lips fire electricity through him, so powerful his body shutters. Her tongue graces his bottom lip, causing him to open it for her. Her kiss pushes him back until he finds his head resting on the arm of the couch, and before he can lean back up, she arches her back and tilts her head down, and he feels her mouth taking the whole of him. It was now his back’s turn to do the whole bend and stretch routine as her tongue glides just as slowly as her hand had once done. Flicking her tongue at the tip, she pulls forth the first of his fluids. She swipes her tongue across and, after moving back down his shaft with her whole mouth, she sucks the rest out. She works his member with her hand smiling at him.
“I take back all the bad things I said about your diet. You taste delicious.”
“Happy to ser-,” He can’t finish as she takes another dive to see what else she could work up. He wouldn’t be surprised if his soul surfaced at this rate. He is sure his head will break the armrest as hard as his head pushes into the damn thing, but if he did, how could she blame him. He would lose more than a friendship tonight. He watches her ass sway in the air and her back and neck move in fluid motions as her skills test his abilities to concentrate on anything other than her. Though never his intention, he had never quite put this from his mind. What would a relationship be like with his best friend? That was yet to come, but this movie night, he would find out what sex would be like with her.
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