Show Me (Extracurricular Activities #3) - Neve Wilder Page 0,79
of seconds trying to come up with a good excuse before I decided fuck it.
A muffled yeah came when I knocked on the door. I pushed it open. It was cool and dark inside, and I assumed the lump under the covers was Jesse.
“Late nap?” I asked.
“Mmmmph. Yeah. Tazla wants to go to some drag show that doesn’t start until eleven, so plenty of time.”
A nap sounded pretty good. The pizza and beer had made me drowsy, and we had an away game we were leaving for tomorrow, so I wasn’t going anywhere else tonight.
I pulled off my shirt and tossed it on the floor, then closed the door behind me and dive-bombed the bed.
Jesse’s tousled strawberry blond head popped up from beneath the covers. “What’re you doing?”
“Taking a nap with you.”
He stared at me. “Just like that?”
“Yeah. Why not?” I pulled the covers back and nudged his thigh. “You inspired me.”
Jesse laughed. It was a sound light with humor and maybe a tinge of disbelief. “You’re ridiculously simple at times and incredibly complex at others. I can’t pin you at all.”
“Well—”
“No, don’t explain it. I kind of like that about you.”
I was tempted to tell him he was similar. Strikingly direct at one moment and unreadable the next. And that I liked that, too.
I pulled the covers up, and Jesse exhaled a quiet hum of contentment as I curled around him, draping an arm over his shoulder.
“Mark once told me you were a cuddler. I didn’t believe it.”
“Yep. Unapologetic about it, too.” I ducked my nose into the clean scent of hair curling at the base of his neck and spread my palm over his sternum, feeling his heartbeat beneath. The rise and fall of his chest was lulling. “I can’t believe you call me meatbutt behind my back.”
“It started as…not exactly insult, but then—”
“Don’t even try to explain.”
“No, let me. It’s kind of a compliment, though, if you think about it. You do have an ass that won’t quit.”
“Yeah?” I slid my hand from his chest across his rib cage and then lower to cup his rear. I’d had the opportunity to do it a few times, and just like the others, the firm contact crackled through me and woke my nerves endings up. “Yours is pretty slammin’, too.” I kissed his shoulder, then the back of his neck, and rose up on one elbow to capture his mouth when he angled toward me.
Jesse closed his fingers around my wrist and guided my hand to his erection, rubbing against the heat of my palm with a soft moan. “Do you have your phone with you?” he asked as I snagged the waistband of his pajama pants and dragged them down.
“Mm-hmm. Got something in mind?” I trailed a touch over the curve of his ass and slid my hand between until I reached his balls.
“Sure do—shit, that feels good. Whip it out—phone and dick,” he added with a grin as he rolled and slung a leg over my hips before crawling astride me. “There are a couple of other things your fans have been asking for that we haven’t tackled yet.”
A low, hissing curse poured from my lips as Jesse slid his bare ass back and forth over my trapped cock. “What are these things?”
He grabbed the phone from my hand. “To start with, you’re gonna roll on your stomach and let me eat your ass, then we’ll see what’s what from there.”
If he thought I was going to put up an argument, he was dead wrong.
Afterward we sprawled in sedate, exhausted satisfaction among the muddled covers. On my phone was forty-five minutes of Jesse wrecking me with his tongue and then demanding that I get up on all fours whereupon he pulled my dick back between my legs and drained it as efficiently as a fucking milkmaid. He straddled me and finished himself off by coming all over my softening dick before collapsing on my chest.
There were definitely some lines blurring between us, but I’d never been so consistently satisfied in my life.
With his head still on my chest, Jesse scrolled through Twitter on my phone and we checked out preview clips posted by other OnlyFans performers. This usually devolved into Jesse making narrative voice-over and stylistic comments that left my stomach aching with laughter. But a lot of times, he was insightful, too. He truly had an eye for this stuff.
“Have you ever considered doing the filming stuff professionally. Or styling? That’s a thing, isn’t it?” I