I nod even as I tremble. He’s trying to push me. Make me shy and run back to my room from his dirty promises. But I’m not that shy anymore. Oh, I’m still awkward as hell, but I’m not shy. I don’t drop my gaze and mumble and blush the way he probably thinks I will. His gaze is hard, watching me for weakness, and I feel his power melt through me. I want to please him. I want to be good and I want to be naughty, and the desperate ache inside me says he’s going to make me be both.

“Get on your knees,” he says without blinking. “I’m going to teach you how to blow my best friend.”

Queue the quivering labia again.

Shane lifts his hips and pulls his sweats down in a quick move. “Fuck, yes. Teach her how to blow your best friend.”

Fletch pushes me down between Shane’s spread legs. I watch, fascinated, kneeling perfectly still, as Shane’s cock transforms right in front of my eyes. As it swells, it rolls across his abdomen to point upward toward his chest. His balls draw up closer to the base and the shaft is growing thicker and longer.

“See that, little bit. Just you looking at it makes me harder.”

I’m sort of mesmerized by the strong, masculine shaft as it pulses like a heartbeat.

Fletch is standing right behind me, his presence dominating Shane and me even though we’re the ones about to have at it. “Touch it, Penelope,” Fletch demands in that deep male voice that vibrates directly to my pussy whenever he uses it. “Touch his cock.”

I graze my fingertip down Shane’s shaft all the way to his balls and his dick twitches.

“Can you make it move, or does it do it by itself?” Even as I ask, I realize how nerdy I must sound. Even now, on my knees in front of a sexy man, I’m trying to intellectualize the process instead of just feeling the effects.

“Both,” Shane replies, humoring me. “I can make it move by squeezing muscles. But it also moves reflexively. Especially when it’s happy.”

“She’s about to make it happier,” Fletch says. “Aren’t you, baby?”

My heart begins to race. I twist my head to look up at Fletch. “What do I do?” I whisper timidly, my porn obsession temporarily erased from my memory, I guess. “Teach me, Fletch. Teach me how to please him.”

“Jesus, look at her. This is the hottest fucking moment of my life.” Shane runs a gentle hand through my hair.

Fletch has that authoritarian set in his jaw again. “Keep your eyes on Shane while you’re touching him. Start by teasing him.”

Shane groans when I make eye contact and run my hands along his muscular thighs, getting closer and closer to his jutting cock.