11. Chapter 10
W armth pulled at Julia, and she curled up closer to it, her arm wrapping tighter to hold the warmth close. Her other arm was dead asleep, and her back ached.
She’d fallen asleep on the couch, and from the warm body she was spooning, she wasn’t alone.
She couldn’t remember the last time she’d let anyone spend the night.
Probably back in her dorm days. There had been the one who had tried to tell her of his undying love the next morning.
She’d given him a double orgasm, and he’d seen God.
Too bad she hadn’t been able to do the same for Jinx.
Her eyes blinked open, staring at wild blond curls defying the laws of gravity. His hair had always been adorably messy.
Her back was to the couch, and the front of her body pressed against every inch of Jinx. He’d have a crick in his neck the same as her from how it tilted against the couch arm.
Based on the softness she cupped, he had more of an ass than she would have given him credit for. Maybe one day he’d let her bite into it, if he ever let her touch him again.
Jinx had looked scared last night. She hadn’t seen that look on his face often, only when he was about to be hit by a car the one time, and again after the party. That fucking party. She should have stuck to her first instinct and bundled him off to her dorm as soon as he’d shown up.
Until that night, he’d never been the tightly wound bundle of nerves that he’d become now. The women who had taken advantage of him had changed him, and Julia didn’t like it.
All she was good for was sex, though. She wasn’t going to fix his emotional scars, no matter how much she might wish to. Hell, he probably wasn’t even going to sleep with her like she craved.
He made a really nice body pillow, though. Not too soft, except for that bitable ass. She pulled him in a little tighter, enjoying the way he pressed against her pussy.
Fuck, she was still horny from the night before. She really should have sent him home.
He stretched awake, his back tweaking her nipples as his ass pressed snug against her.
“Hey, sleepyhead,” she murmured, hugging him to get his body to stop moving. There was no way he’d be ready for round two, not after his freak-out the night before.
“Jules?” he asked, his voice gruff with sleep.
“Yeah. We must have fallen asleep.” She started to pull her arm back, the one that was wrapped around him, but his hand grabbed it.
“I need a minute,” he mumbled.
She didn’t mind one bit and let her face settle into the crook of his neck. “Didn’t get enough cuddles yet?”
His breath hitched, and his ass pressed against her, giving her a slide of blissful friction that made her pussy hum.
“Jinx?” she asked, letting his nickname puff against his ear.
He bit back a groan, his hips arching against nothing before pushing back against her again.
A thrill shot through her. “Did you wake up with morning wood?”
He scrambled away from her, shoving off the couch and giving her a perfect view of his bulge in his jeans when he spun to face her. “Sorry! It’ll go away.”
“Nothing to be sorry about.” Her mouth watered as she pictured helping him with it. She swallowed, worried she’d make his already round eyes even wider if she suggested it. “A morning erection is natural. Especially with someone as hot as me rubbing up against you while I slept.”
He flushed even redder, looking away. He was so damn cute.
And sexy as hell, his dick pointing out at her and his hair tousled like she’d buried her hands in it. Technically, she had, before he’d stopped things.
His feet shifted, and he shoved his hands in his pockets, as if trying to mask the bulge. He’d caught her staring, but it was right there in front of her.
She struggled up to her elbow. “Hey, if you want to—”
“It’ll go away. It always goes away if I just ignore it.” He still wouldn’t meet her eyes.
Julia’s forehead creased as she stared at his shifting eyes.
He looked everywhere but at her. “Hey, dicks get hard, Jinx. It’s nothing to be embarrassed about.
It’s sexy. Thinking about you helping it to go down makes me a little hot.
I’d love to watch you touch yourself. Or you can always use my bathroom for a few minutes, if you’re too shy for that. ”
“What?” His eyes darted to hers, as if searching for a joke. “No. I couldn’t do that.”
“God, I’m an idiot. Sorry, I wasn’t trying to pressure you.
I’m just a horndog first thing in the morning, apparently.
” Her nipples had tightened beneath the thin cotton.
She pushed up to a sitting position, letting her hands clench on the cushion so she wouldn’t touch herself to relieve the pressure.
“But seriously, I’ve got a nice shower if you want a few minutes alone.
” His dick would likely have a zipper impression dented into it with how hard it struggled to get free.
Jinx grew pale, his hands twitching. “No. I… don’t do that.” The last came out in a whisper.
“What?” Julia blinked. “Wait, are you saying you never masturbate?”
His neck flushed red again, even while his cheeks were still way too pale.
Fuck. He was really pent-up. “I masturbate all the time. Often with toys.” She shrugged when he stared at her. “Orgasms take the edge off, especially if I need help falling asleep.”
“That’s…” He didn’t seem to know what to say.
“You should try it. The best way to learn what your body likes is to touch yourself. Otherwise, you won’t know how to fix things if they’re not working for you with a partner.”
He swallowed, his eyes closing. “I don’t want to orgasm. I—” His voice went lower again, to where she could barely hear it. “I think I’m scared to.”
Red-hot rage filled her. Hell no. Those women weren’t taking feeling good away from him, too.
She swallowed, forcing her body to relax into the back of the couch. “It makes sense,” she said instead. “Coming, especially if you come hard, your eyes rolling back in your head hard, can be a vulnerable thing. You can be out of it after because you feel so good.”
He bit his lip and shook his head. She could almost feel the shame coming off him.
“It does. It feels amazing, and it can be a beautiful thing.” Her hands lifted to her chest, and she pressed her fingers against her nipples, enjoying the tingle. “Want to see?”
His eyes flew open, wide and round. “What?”
She moved her hands against her chest more deliberately, pinching her already hard nipples through the fabric. “Do you want to see me come, Jinx?”
He stared at her hands, his own twitching as she continued to pinch.
“I’m horny from last night. You got me so worked up. Would it bother you if I give myself a little relief?” She spread her legs, dropping one of her hands between them and rubbing over the slippery fabric covering her crotch.
“Oh God…” he whimpered, his pupils dilating as he watched her touch herself.
“Is that a no?” She gave herself a little pet. Her lounge pants were so thin, the small touch sent tingles through her. “If you tell me to stop, I’ll stop. I don’t want to make you uncomfortable. I just really need to come.”
His eyes lifted to her face, and the tingles tightened into something more demanding when she focused on his gaze on her. Having him watch her orgasm was going to be a new sick craving, especially if he said no.
“Don’t stop,” he whispered. “I want you to feel good.” He swallowed, his gaze dropping to where her hands continued to play. “I wish I was brave enough to touch you myself.”
Her fingers tightened on her nipples, sensation traveling down her body to her needy pussy. “You can, whenever you’re ready. In fact…” She moved her hands to her waistband and lifted her hips, dragging both her pants and her underwear down and off, letting them drop to the floor.
Jinx wasn’t pale at all anymore. The way heat flooded his cheeks when he stared at her pussy made her wish he was closer so she could chase the blush with her tongue.
“This is an even better lesson than sex would be. You want to know how to get a woman off, Jinx?” She leaned into the couch as her hand moved over her smooth pussy lips, holding herself open for him to see better.
He made a choked sound in his throat as he continued to follow her every move with his eyes.
She was already wet from having him watch her.
Her fingers slid over her slit. “It’s not all about getting inside.
Most women need to be warmed up first.” Her fingers slid up, finding her sensitive clit with the first pass, and she let out a groan.
“Fuck, playing with my clit always feels so good. Don’t use too much pressure at first. Slow, smooth strokes can have a huge effect. ”
He moved a step closer, as if to get a better look, and fire rocketed through her body when she brushed over her clit again. If she wasn’t careful, she would come before he got to see anything.
“You can even go to the side of it to warm her up.” Her fingers moved in circles around her clit, but even that felt too good.
She dipped down again, using her excitement for a better slide.
“Once you get her going, dipping to the slit can make your fingers wet so that they glide even better. Once—fuck!” She groaned again as she stroked herself.
She didn’t want to stop now. An ache filled her as she maintained short, steady rubs.
“It feels so good. Once you find something she likes, something that makes her legs shake—” She swallowed, her legs trembling as she kept them lifted, her pelvis tilted to give him the perfect view. “Keep doing it.”