Page 130
She giggles, then I get a part of her foot that makes her squirm. “No! Ryan, that’s too tickly!”
Problem is, her other foot is still in my lap, and as she wriggles, her heel rubs back and forth over my cock. Pretty sure she’s not even doing it on purpose, but it feels good. Besides, she’s so cute when she laughs. Maybe that’s why I can’t resist doing it a little longer.
“Ryan!”
I stop, then slip a hand beneath her foot to adjust myself.
“Are you getting hard?”
I shrug, then—grinning—say, “What do you think?” I pull her across the sofa till her arse is in my lap, then sit her up, settling her back against my chest. I wrap my arms around her and whisper in her ear, “Can you feel my cock, baby?”
Over on the other sofa, Penny lifts her head. She takes one look at us then hops down and wanders off towards my bedroom without a backward glance. Clearly, she’s not interested in our shenanigans.
In my lap, Briony shivers. “Yes, I can feel it. It’s kind of hard to miss.”
“Say it, baby. Say you can feel my cock.”
There’s a pause. Then, “I can feel your…er…penis.”
“That’s no what I said, flower girl.”
“You know I don’t swear.” She twists round to look at me. “And you don’t need to lecture me about it. Emmy has made it very clear how ridiculous she thinks that is.”
“Aye, you don’t swear.” I nip her earlobe and she gasps. “But wi’ me you do all sorts of things you don’t do in front of other folk. Flower girl, if you can suck my cock, you can say the word.”
“Ryan!”
“What? I want to hear some dirty words in that posh accent of yours. ‘Penis’ is what I’d expect a doctor to say, no my girlfriend. Go on. Say something filthy.”
Silence.
“Really, flower girl?”
“I’m embarrassed!”
“The things I’ve done to you this week, and you’re embarrassed about a word? All right, let’s try something else.” I reach between her legs and press the heel of my hand against her through the denim. She whimpers. “What do you call this?”
“I’m not saying it.”
“It’s your pussy, flower girl. Or there’s another word for it. Four letters. Begins wi’ a C.” I make slow circles with my hand. “Say it for me, baby.”
“No way am I saying that word.”
I sigh. “Fine. That one’s off the table, but give me something else. Go on.”
She gulps. “All right. Well, if I really have to…then…balls.”
“Eh?”
“I’ve said it once. I’m not saying it again.”
“Briony, that’s no even a rude word.”
“Yes, it is!”
“No, it’s no. What else are they called? Christ, you don’t say testicles, do you?”
“That is their proper name.”
