Chapter 13

Chapter Thirteen

Marley

“What…what would happen if I did?”

I shouldn’t be asking that. I shouldn’t be wiggling around on top of Tannen or wondering about what he looks like naked. Okay, to be fair, I’ve been thinking about that one for a long time but now is different. He saw me naked. Wouldn’t it only be fair that I see him that way?

“Listen here you little tease…”

Whose teasing? If I had woken up before him, I would have sat up. Okay, I probably would have done this awkward roll thing that left me at his side but then I would have been eaten up with curiosity. I want to know what will happen if I sit up on him, if I rub against him, if I ask him to let me look at what’s under his clothes.

“I’m not teasing…I want to know…”

Before I can finish, he’s sitting up and I’m sliding down the front of him. I end up sitting in his lap and staring into his eyes. The ‘issue’ he is talking about is wedged between us like a badly kept secret we’re both trying to keep from the outside world.

“You’re a curious little thing aren’t you, Peach?”

“Maybe.” He gives me a look and I huff, “Okay, yes. I am.”

“You want to measure my dick?”

“You know I do. I wouldn’t have asked if I didn’t want to do it.”

“See, the problem would be getting it hard, you can’t measure it without it being hard.”

I wiggle against him, “It doesn’t seem to be much of a problem now.”

He chuckles.

“But what if it starts to go down? Are you prepared to get it hard again?”

Dear God, is he asking me to…?

“Prepared?”

“See, if I let you do this, I think it’s only fair that you give me something too. Tit for tat…so to speak.”

Shit! I was just talking about things being fair and now, Tannen has turned that back on me.

“Give you something? Like what?”

“Hmm,” he looks away from me and rubs his chin like he is thinking hard about what he wants but it doesn’t take him very long, “Let me see -and play- with your breasts.”

“My…you want to see my boobs?”

“Oh yeah!”

It seems like he really does want to look at them like he might be just as curious as I am, but I am absolutely certain that Tannen has seen more boobs than I have dicks.

“You’ve already seen my boobs.” It speaks loud and clear that I am not interesting to him since I have to remind him of the sighting.

“Not good enough. It was dark and I definitely didn’t get to play with them.”

I guess that makes sense. And it would only be fair if I um, get to look and touch him.

“Okay, but you can’t make fun of me.”

“Sweetheart, if your tits are out the last thing I’m going to be doing is making a god damned joke.”

“What, um, will you do exactly? If I agree to…this, what will you do to me?”

“To you?” I nod. “Well, first I would want to look, just look.”

“Just look?”

“Uh huh, just look at them first, but I would also want to touch -test the weight of them in my hands, feel how velvety soft they are, where I can touch them to make your nipples pebble under my hands tight and hard, what makes you moan…what they taste like.”

I go stiff again and try to pull away but his hands latch onto my hips. “You…t…taste? You want to…?”

“Put them in my mouth? Oh yeah!” He finishes my question and answers me too.

Can I let him do that? Would I still be me afterwards or would he break me and put me back together as something completely new? I raise my chin and meet his eyes.

“Can I… taste you?”

“No!” His quick response has me drawing back fast and trying to put distance between us.

“Sorry. I’m sorry. It was a knee-jerk reaction to keeping you…yes. I would, um, let you put your mouth on me if you wanted to.” Keep me what? I want to know what he was about to say.

“If I let you put me in your mouth though, there’s going to be a higher price. If you wrap those lips around my cock I want a taste of you.”

“My boobs.”

He shakes his head.

“Your pussy.”

I gasp and start wiggling backwards. His hands stay on my hips and keep me from moving very much. “You…you already put my nip…I…No! I can’t!”

I know I can’t do that. I can’t let him…do that. It would be way too dangerous. I would do something stupid like fall in love and…no! I can’t!

“What if…what if you find it, uh, gross? No! This whole thing is just stupid because…”

“I can already smell you, Peach.” His eyes drop to my lap and mine widen in shock.

“Oh my God! What? Oh my God!” I scramble off him too embarrassed to even think anymore. I make it as far as the edge of the bed before his hands go around me pulling me back. This time when he sits me on his lap, I have my legs closed tight and won’t even look at him.

“No, no, no! None of that! I can smell you…and you smell fucking delicious. I want to taste you and I can promise you there will be no thinking you are gross, no being weird. I’m not a kid, Marley. I’m a man and I want your pussy…on my tongue.”