It's written all over his face, the debate on whether or not to let me go by myself. I hold my breath as tightly as he holds me, but eventually he reluctantly nods."Okay, baby. You can go first. And quit hiding from me. You're beautiful."
I have no idea what to say to that unexpected compliment, so I ignore it and dash to the dresser to snag a shirt and shorts. Closing the door that doesn't lock behind me, I grab a tampon and head straight to the toilet to relieve myself, shrugging on my shirt as I do. A quick pull disposes of the old and aswift motion tearsopen the new wrapper. I part my legs and reach between them to—
Rat-a-tat-tat. "Kitten, you done? I need the bathroom, too." Without waiting for an answer, he opens the door and saunters in, sporting a huge bulge in his briefs.
"Amos!" Quicker than lightning, my knees knock together as my thighs close in surprise. "Get out! I have to—" My words die out the closer he gets.
His eyes fly to what I'm holding. "You have to let me watch. I've always wanted to see."
What!? "Are you crazy? No."
Amos drops to his haunches and brushes his lips over my kneecaps before leveling his stare on me. "Yes. I want to watch.It's just a little bit of blood. Show me."
How am I supposed to let him watch me do such a private thing? But he's got the advantage, being in front of me as he is, and I can’t stay sitting on the toilet forever.
"Come on. Let me see." He wraps his hands around my calves and separates my thighs with his relentless pull. I'm clean, but I hate being on display like this with his gaze zeroed in on my core.
Just do it, Mercy.Humiliated and embarrassed beyond belief, I close my eyes and bring my arm down to part my folds while angling the other to insert the tampon and throw away the applicator. "There." I push his hands away and close my legs. "Now you've seen it. Will you let me up, please?"
"Hold on." He reaches for my panties and drags them slowly up to my knees. "Up."
I stand and hurriedly reach down to finish.
"No. I'll do it." His incredibly warm hands slowly work my panties up the rest of the way, inch by creeping inch. When I'm fully covered, his hands cover my hips and pull me forward the scantest bit so his lips can press against my lower abdomen. "God, you're so beautiful, Mercy."
I don't know what to think with him looking expectantly up at me, so I rely on my stellar social skills and say the first thing that pops in my mind. "I need to wash my hands."
The cool water running over my soapy hands gives me something to focus on other than what just happened. That was...strange. I dry them off and turn to face him. I don't want to be in here with him like this. Too awkward. Maybe I can scope the place out and see if there's an unlocked door.
I inch toward the exit. "Can I go to the kitchen and see what there is to eat?" Just a few more steps. But then my wrist is grabbed, halting my escape.
"Hold up. I need you to help me with something."
Well. There goes that chance. Not that it was much of one, but still. "Help you with something?"
That smile looks entirely too devious, but he pulls me closer to him. My senses go on high alert. Is he seriously going to start something now? "What do you need?"
Amos drags me to the toilet and flips the seat up before placing my palm on his bulge. "Hold my cock while I take a piss."
"What? But—why?"
"I told you we weregonnalearn each other's bodies. This is one of the ways. I want you to know what my cock looks and feels like when I'm soft, hard, or whatever. Take me out." Encouragement comes in the form of him squeezing my hand around him.
Of all the things to come out of his mouth, I can honestly say I never expected that to be one of them. Just like I never expected him to watch me insert a tampon.
But I have a choice here. Do what he says and don’t rock the boat, or push back and see what he does. If he’ll make me. If he’ll...force me.Shiver.
In the end, I submit.It could be worse.
My hand spasms on the front of his briefs. "Take it out? Your briefs o-or..." Male underwear confuses me! Does he want me to take his briefs all the way off or pull him through? Do guys with small cocks do that? I mean, what if it’s so short that they accidentally get pee on themselves? Though it doesn’t look like Amos would have that problem. "I've never..."
Amusement dances in his eyes. "And I can’t wait to teach you. Pull it down and tuck it under my balls."
It's not as easy as it looks, because his cock isn't pointing down. It's standing up. Well, as much as it can, beingconstrictedby his underwear.How can walking around with that massive thing between his legs be comfortable? Hesitantly, I pull down the material and gingerly hover a hand over the area, not knowing what to do.
"It's notgonnabite." He's laughing at me. "You're gonna have to hold it, though. Remember yesterday when we jerked my cock together?"
Did he have to bring that up? I snatch my hand away, but he grabs it back.
