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The next morning, Ethan woke up with a knot in his stomach that wouldn’t loosen.
He avoided Mia like she was fire.
He left the house early with Jake to run errands, stayed outside fixing the pool filter for hours, and when he finally came inside, he made sure Sarah was always nearby. Every time Mia entered a room, he found a reason to leave. He couldn’t look at her without remembering the truck — the way she had tasted, the way her thighs had trembled around his head, the broken sound of her voice when she came on his tongue.
That evening, Jake clapped his hands together in the living room. “Movie night! Lila’s coming over. Sarah’s already here. Five of us — popcorn, blankets, the works.”
Lila arrived twenty minutes later, a cheerful girl with curly hair who immediately curled up next to Jake on the big sectional. Sarah claimed the loveseat and pulled Ethan down beside her. Mia deliberately chose the wide armchair closest to Ethan, tucking her legs underneath her in a soft cotton dress that rode up just enough when she moved.
The lights dimmed. A horror movie started playing on the big screen. Popcorn bowls were passed around. For the first half hour, everything looked normal.
Ethan kept his eyes glued to the television, jaw clenched, trying to ignore the way Mia’s bare foot occasionally brushed against his ankle under the blanket she had draped over her lap.
Then her hand moved.
It started innocent — just her fingers resting lightly on his thigh. Ethan tensed but didn’t pull away. Sarah was laughing at a scene, completely focused on the movie. Jake and Lila were whispering to each other.
Mia’s hand slid higher, slow and confident, until her palm pressed against the front of his sweatpants. Ethan’s c**k jumped at the contact. He sucked in a sharp breath.
She didn’t look at him. Her eyes stayed on the screen, expression calm and innocent, but her fingers curled around the growing bulge, stroking him through the thin fabric with deliberate, teasing pressure.
Ethan’s heart slammed against his ribs. The thrill of it — Sarah right beside him, Jake and Lila only a few feet away, the movie’s loud soundtrack covering any small sounds — made every stroke feel electric. His c**k hardened fully under her hand, thick and aching.
Mia slipped her fingers beneath the waistband of his sweatpants. She wrapped her warm hand around his bare length and started stroking him properly — slow, firm, perfect pulls from base to tip. Her thumb circled the sensitive head, spreading the slick bead of precum that had already leaked out.
Ethan gripped the armrest so hard his knuckles turned white. He bit the inside of his cheek to stay silent. Pleasure coiled tight and fast in his stomach. Every stroke sent sparks up his spine. The risk of getting caught made it unbearably intense. He was rock hard, throbbing in her hand, hips twitching slightly despite his best efforts to stay still.
Sarah shifted beside him, resting her head on his shoulder. “This movie’s actually pretty good,” she whispered.
Ethan managed a strained “Yeah” through gritted teeth.
Mia’s pace quickened just a little. Her grip tightened. She pumped him faster, thumb pressing perfectly against the underside of the head on every upstroke. Ethan’s breathing grew ragged. He was close — dangerously close. His balls tightened, pleasure cresting hard and fast.
Just as the wave was about to crash, just as he was seconds away from coming all over her hand, Mia suddenly pulled away.
She removed her hand completely, leaving his c**k throbbing angrily in the open air for a painful second before he quickly adjusted his sweatpants.
Ethan’s head snapped toward her, eyes wide with shock and frustration.
Mia turned her head slightly, met his gaze for one brief moment, and gave him the smallest, sweetest smile. Then she brought her fingers to her lips and slowly licked them clean, eyes never leaving the movie screen.
Ethan sat there, painfully hard, denied at the very edge, heart hammering so loud he was sure everyone could hear it. His c**k pulsed uselessly against the fabric, aching for release that wasn’t coming.
The movie continued playing. But for Ethan, the real torture had just begun.
Mia leaned back in her chair, looking perfectly innocent once again, as if she hadn’t just brought him to the brink and left him there.
Ethan closed his eyes for a second, breathing through his nose, trying to calm down.
He was in so much trouble and he was starting to crave the trouble.
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