“What’s your full name, Pen?” I blurted out. It was something I’d wanted to know since she introduced herself.
Her head cocked to the side as she drew out her name. “Penelope. Why?”
“I don’t know. I didn’t think your parents named you Pen, but I couldn’t be sure. I mean, look at Cross. That’s his real name.” I wasn’t sure why I was rambling on and on. I grabbed the remote from off the floor and turned toward my way-too-big-for-my-room TV, and clicked it on.
Instantly the sound of moans filled the room. I fumbled with the remote trying to turn it off, but Pen took the remote from me and turned the sound down. Most noticeably, she didn’t turn the porn off. Instead, she scooted up to the top of the bed and made herself comfortable.
Looking down her body at me, Pen noticed me staring at her for the first time tonight and smiled. “Is this what Netflix is playing nowadays?”
“If it is, I need to tune in more often. This is quality stuff.” I didn’t know what was playing. I couldn’t take my eyes off Pen as she kept her eyes glued to the X-rated show playing on my television.
Her eyes flicked to me and then back to the low moans of a woman. “This is all kinds of wrong, but it’s been too long, and I’m horny as hell.”
I watched transfixed as Pen unbuttoned her jeans and slipped them down her hips and toned legs that I was finally getting a firsthand look at from the light of the television. If the power had gone out at that moment, I would have gone on a killing spree. I needed to see everything she was doing.
Kicking off her jeans, she settled back down and slipped her hand inside the silky black underwear she had on. The moment her fingers started to move, I nearly died.
“Can I join you?” I asked so quietly I wasn’t sure she heard me. I wasn’t sure I wanted her to hear me either. What if it broke her out of the trance she was in? I rubbed my aching cock through my jeans and groaned.
The only indication she gave me it was okay was a curt nod. I had my shirt off and started on my jeans before either one of us could blink.
“Keep your underwear on,” she rasped and then let out her own low moan.
If that’s how she wanted to play this, I was happy to keep my dick in my pants—for now.
I stayed on my knees with them spread wide, watching her from above. My hand trailed down my stomach, and I cupped myself through the fabric.
“You have no right to be that young and have a dick that big. Do you even know what to do with that thing?”
My eyes flew from where her hand was moving beneath her panties up to her eyes. Her eyes were darker now, and they were trained straight on my cock.
“Age doesn’t matter.” I pulled my cock up, so it was laying against my stomach, trapped behind the waistband of my briefs. “And I can assure you; I know how to use it. If you give me a chance, I— “
“No more talking,” she pushed up on her knees and knelt before me, her fingers circling her clit—something I wanted so badly to see. Her other hand hovered over my rapidly rising chest.
“You can touch me.” I gave her the permission I wished she had given me.
Lightly, she placed her fingers against my skin. The heat from that small touch was like a volcano erupting beneath my skin. Every cell came alive, and I wanted more, needed more of her and her touch. I wanted desperately to lay her down beneath me and sink deep inside. Instead, I sucked in a gasp as her hand slowly trailed down my chest and stopped only an inch from the head of my cock.
The intensity of her touch between her legs ramped up. Penelope’s head fell back, and her eyes closed. “Touch yourself.”
“I’d rather you touched me,” I said, even as I started stroking myself.
There was something about this moment that was more intense and intimate than I’d ever experienced with another woman before.
A guttural growl slipped from my lips, making Pen’s eyes snap open and focus on me touching myself.
I pretended it was her hand on my skin, and I was the one touching her. It was my fingers getting coated in her juices and bringing her pleasure.
“I’m close. Are you close?” She whimpered.
I wasn’t, but after hearing how turned on she was in that moment, I was ready to explode.
“Can I taste you?” I begged.
Her movements halted for only a moment before she pulled out her fingers and held them out to me.
I dove down and sucked them into my mouth, swirling my tongue around her tangy digits.
“Fuck, you taste good,” I moaned around her fingers, lapping at them with my tongue.
What I wouldn’t give to dive between her legs and lick her sweet cunt.
We stayed like that, with her fingers in my mouth, me sucking on them, and our other hands chasing our release. The only sound in the room was our heavy breathing. I knew Pen was about to come when her body started to shake, and her fingers curled in my mouth.
How I wished it was my fingers sliding in and out, bringing her to release.
Pen’s body tensed as she let out the sexiest damn moan I’d ever heard in my life, spurring my own release. I came all over my hand, stomach, and chest.
Letting out a soft sigh, Pen laid down on the bed and looked up at me with sleepy eyes. She looked so damn beautiful in that moment. I didn’t know what to think about what we’d just done. I wanted to lean down and kiss her. Tell her how hot it was, but instead, I got off the bed and headed into my ensuite bathroom, where I cleaned the cum off me before I headed back into my room.
I wasn’t sure where we stood now. I mean, I just watched her masturbate. There was this strange connection between us now.
Moving around to the other side of the bed, I started to say something to Pen when I noticed she was curled up around my pillow, sound asleep. Little puffs of air escaped her pretty pink lips.
Looking to my bedroom door, I wasn’t sure if I should leave and go sleep on the couch or if Pen would mind if I slept next to her. It was only sleep, right?
Lying down next to her, I pulled the blanket up to our shoulders. Leaning forward, I kissed her forehead and let my lips linger there for a long moment, not knowing when or if I’d ever get my lips on her again.
Our night was simple, refreshing, exhilarating, unlike anything I’d ever experienced, and surprisingly so damn addicting. Now I just had to convince Pen for more.
CHAPTER SEVEN
pen
1 Week Later
A knock on the frame to my office startled me, making me hit send on an email I hadn’t meant to send yet. I looked up to find a very annoyed Cristiano standing at my door. “Did you know those boys wouldn’t sign their contract unless you were their manager?”
“I had no idea they would demand it.” It secretly made me happy that they wanted me around. Being their manager was what I wanted, but I wasn’t sure what would happen once they signed or if they’d follow through with their demand to have me as their manager.
“Well, they did. They’re coming in tomorrow to finally sign the damn thing.” He narrowed his cold, dead eyes at me. “You better make sure they don’t fuck up, or it’s your career at stake.”
“I won’t. I promise.”