Page 45 of Good Girls Beg

"It's like making people laugh, isn't it?" she added.

"How so?" I asked, genuinely curious as to her point of view.

She thought for a few moments. “Humor is subjective. So is what turns people on. One person's yum is another person's ick."

"That's true," I agreed. "There's no such thing as a universal yum or a universal ick. But this movie manages to yum in a way most people wouldn't find icky."

Hel and Oak would laugh their asses off if they heard me saying things like that. Fuck them though.

"I guess it does," she said. "So far."

It only got hotter from here on out. By the end, I was ready to lose my load.

"Does it make you want to get yourself off?" I asked.

Her tongue swiped over her lips. My cock got a little harder.

"Is this where you suggest I get off and you watch?" she asked.

"That's a great idea," I said. "But it'd be against the rules."

"Against…" she started to say. The penny dropped a moment later. The woman was quick.

She pulled out her phone, tapped on the screen, and opened the rules app. Glanced at me, irritation in the set of her mouth and the flash of her eyes.

"You planned this," she accused.

"Of course I did." There was no point denying it. I'd written the rule for this exact day. This moment. She wasn't allowed to touch herself, not with her fingers and not with a toy.

And now she was good and turned on.

"You're an asshole," she said, shifting uncomfortably.

"That's not the first time someone's called me that," I said, crossing my ankles and placing my hands behind my head. "I don't think it'll be the last time you call me that. You know what? I don't mind. Being an asshole keeps life interesting. The question is, what's a girl to do about the wet, needy pussy between her legs?"

I raised my eyebrows at her.

"What can I do?" She raised one, perfectly shaped shoulder before dropping it back down. "I'm not allowed to get myself off until midnight tomorrow."

"No, you're not," I agreed. "But the rule doesn't say anything about someone else getting you off."

I saw the moment she wrapped her head around what I was trying to say and what my whole plan was in the first place.

"You asked me to watch movies with you so you could make me come."

I raised one hand, keeping it behind my head. "Guilty."

The best part about all of this was fucking with her. If she told me to go hell and stormed out of here, it'd be worth it. If she asked me to put my hands between her thighs and get her off, that would be okay too. Either way, I won.

"Is it that difficult for you to turn women on that you have to set all of this up?" she asked, taking a tiny puff of the wind out of my sails. Only tiny; my ego wasn’t dented that easily.

"Not usually," I said. "It didn't take this much effort the first time."

"What are you talking about?" she asked. She knew exactly what I was referring to. I saw that in her eyes, but I decided to humor her.

"When you bumped into me at college," I said slowly, wanting to draw this out. "I watched you walk into the restrooms. I saw your face when you stepped back out. You went in there to masturbate, didn't you? Because bumping into me turned you on so fucking much, you couldn't stop yourself."

The light in the media room was dim, but I could still see the color creeping up her adorable cheeks. She was too fucking cute for her own good. She also had the most fuckable mouth I'd ever seen, which was a bonus.