on us, too,” he grumbled. “Well, damn.”
“It’s not bad. I’m just not into medical stuff, I guess.” Jim’s lips twisted as he stared at the massive screen like he could kill his friend himself. “You look pretty pissed.”
He shook it off with a sigh. “Not pissed. Just a bit frustrated,” he said. “We’ll fix it. Glad I’m watching it, though.”
“The neurosurgeon said some of the questions he’s asked most about surgeries are his patients requesting information about sex afterward?”
“Most patients are young and healthy,” Jim answered factually, still studying his friend on television. “Stands to reason why they’d be concerned.”
“Yeah, well, I have the solution to that.”
“Oh?” Jim looked at me. “I’m sure Collin would appreciate a little input. He does get this question a lot.”
“Well, not engaging in sex, but instead just the…” I paused.
Jim tilted his head. “Go on.”
“Well, you’re not into oral sex, but, you know, handling it differently without engaging in the act.” I exhaled. “It’s probably not the solution, and who am I to talk? I’ve never had a guy get me off in my life.” I shrugged at his mouth dropping open at my confession. “Hey, you confessed you’re not into oral, and I’m confessing that if I don’t handle myself, sex with a dude is basically just a dick inside me.”
“You’re fucking kidding me, right?”
“I could have responded the same way to your oral shit.” I gave him a cheeky grin.
“You’ve only climaxed by giving yourself an orgasm? What the hell were your partners thinking?”
“They found a place to get their dicks off and moved on.”
Jim pinched his lips together, and the voice of the interviewer and Jim’s friend were now background noise.
“I could give you—right now—an orgasm that will have you begging me for more, and I wouldn’t stop there.”
“You tempting me?”
“I’m informing you,” he said. “I almost feel it’s now my duty as your host to ensure this issue is fixed immediately.”
“We have to watch the interview,” I teased with an arch of my eyebrow.
Jim inhaled deeply, and then brought his hand around my neck and pulled my face to his. He smelled like wealth. Whatever the hell his cologne was, it was assaulting me in ways that made me want Jim to show me what it was like to have a man get me off. His eyes moved raptly back and forth, looking at mine. His lips grazed over mine, but he never went further than that.
He smoothly maneuvered me to lay against his firm chest, my back against him, and now I was reclining between his legs. His lips touched my ear, “Would you like me to fix this blasphemy of not being properly taken care of by your previous lovers?”
I was breathless as his hand grazed over my nipple that erected at his touch through the soft shirt I wore. “Yes,” I said, drunk on this moment with this hot-as-fuck man who was willing to do something that no one had ever bothered to care about. I was already worked up just being this close to him; his sultry and smooth voice, and his hand massaging over my abdomen.
His lips grazed along my jaw, and he gracefully slid his hand over my panties. Shit just got real. I could have an orgasm right now as he massaged over my clit, slowly but firmly. I melted against his chest, letting out a whisper of a moan, and now my aching clit was swelling for more.
Thanks to the alcohol still working in my system, I was so relaxed and didn’t have an ounce of concern about Jim getting me off like this. Actually, it was the main reason I was down for it in the first place, and thank God for that.
Jim’s lips went to the top of my head while I moved my hips and spread my legs to grant him permission and full access to me. I slid my panties off, going wild in sudden ecstasy and molding myself back into Jim’s arms.
“Jesus, you’re sexy as fuck,” he said as the shirt I wore fell completely open and now Jim had a full visual of my horny as hell body.
Jim brought his hand back between my legs and massaged over my swollen and heated clit. I gripped each of his legs, being so easily brought to ecstasy by his touch as he gently rolled my clit between his fingers, increasing pressure against my sensitive point. Having a man doing this, having him doing this to me…I was going