“No, we don't. The thought of disappointing your father is upsetting enough to make my stomach sink, and I know I've got to get some food in me if I want to keep this weekend going smoothly.” He smiled. “What do you want? I'll call and order.”
We went back and forth on what to get for a while, finally settling on a Thai pizza from a pizzeria nearby. I had never had it but James insisted it was delicious. He opened up his laptop on the kitchen table and looked over it “I've got a couple emails and stuff that I need to take care of, do you want to just hang out out here?”
I gave him a naughty look. “Actually, I'll just get in that bed of yours again, if you don't mind.”
“I certainly don't mind at all. Don't get started without me,” he said with a wink. I giggled and started down the hall to his bedroom. “Hey, you
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I turned back to him.
“You know, I hate to see you go, but I love to watch you walk away,” he said, his eyes moving back down to my ass. I laughed and kept walking, this time put a little extra sway in my hips just for him. It made me happy to be seen as so sexy by James.
I grabbed my phone and crawled under the 3000 count sheets on his bed. I quickly checked myFace for anything new. Nicole posted some pictures of her at a house party last night. Anne had some pictures up of last night's concert. Tessa hardly ever updated her status unless it was something important, but I wished that there was something that would explain her behavior on the phone earlier.
I pushed the thought out of my mind and went to my emails. An email from my dad asking how I was doing, since we hadn't talked since Christmas. He asked about the shopping trip that I took a couple weeks ago and I laughed, knowing that he wasn't really mad about it and that I had nothing to worry about. Still, I'd have to write him back some time soon.
Other than that, it was just junk. Without thinking, I went back to the picture I had taken on my phone earlier of the pregnancy test. Was it a line or wasn't it? I knew I wouldn't be happy until I took another test. I'd never be sure about this one. A few moments later, James walked in, and I quickly shut off my phone's screen and put it on the night stand. He was still naked, but now he was holding a pizza box.
“I got a pizza here for 'Al'?” he said, his voice sounding like he was reading the name off the pizza box.
I pulled the sheet up as I sat up in the bed. “Yes, I'm Al. You're awful cute for a pizza delivery man,” I said.
“And you're awful cute for an 'Al'. The pizza comes to twenty-one dollars. Plus tip, of course.”
“Oh my, twenty-one dollars? I'm not sure I have that much. I don't suppose you and I could come to some sort of... arrangement?” I asked, sounding as seductive as I could. I bit my lip and fluttered my eyelashes.
“Ma'am, this is a sausage lovers pizza with extra meat. You sure you don't have that twenty-one dollars?” James asked, setting the pizza down on the dresser and advancing toward the bed.
I let the sheet fall. James grinned as he continued toward me on the bed. He put his knee up on the edge and pulled the sheet off of my naked body, his eyes devouring me. I had never understood the appeal of the pizza-man porno until right now.
“I'm sure you can find a way to pay off this pizza,” he said, his voice low and seductive as he looked me over. “I'll have you know, I'm the best pizza delivery man around.”
“With a uniform like that, I have no doubt,” I replied, enjoying the view of his naked body myself. He was already getting hard again. I loved his stamina. “I do like sausage. Perhaps you could lay on the bed for me?”
James grinned, obviously very pleased with himself. “Suddenly, I'm not quite so hungry. Besides, pizza is better served cold.”
With that, he jumped onto the middle of the big, soft bed and took up as much space as possible. I rolled my eyes at him, and moved down between his legs. Kneeling directly in front of his growing erection, he knew what I was about to do and his grin widened. Luckily, James was into a little manscaping, which meant I didn't have to worry about any hair in my way.
I leaned forward and kissed the very tip of his now very long cock. I was about to make it even longer and thicker. He made a small happy noise in the back of his throat at the gentle touch. I was going to do far more than just a gentle kiss though.
I got into a comfortable position and licked from the base of his balls up to the tip of his cock. I then blew air on the now wet line running up his entire length. I knew the warm and cold sensation would flood his senses and get him primed for more.
He groaned softly, obviously enjoying it as he rose up on his elbows to get a better view. I let him stay there for a moment as I looked up at him through my eyelashes and repeated the lick and blow. He was smooth and rock hard against the slippery glide of my tongue.
I caressed the smooth head of his erection, paying careful attention to every centimeter of skin with my tongue. I wanted to know everything there is to know about his beautiful member. I wanted to be able to worship it in my dreams like it deserved.
I gently cupped his balls in my hand, loving the delicate weight and the trust he is giving me. Using only my tongue, I tipped my head and licked carefully along the the thin line separating his two balls and then continued up to the tip of his cock. A small bead of pre-cum glistened like a jewel, waiting for me to taste him.
“Delicious,” I whisper, letting my tongue lap up his essence.
James reached his hand forward, wanting to put his fingers into my hair to control and guide me to his pleasure. I pulled back, shaking my head in a slow no motion. He reached again, but I pulled further back.
He let his hand drop and gave me the saddest, most convincing puppy-dog eyes I had ever seen. They almost worked, but I wanted to be in control of this. James was always in control, and while I loved it- craved it even- right now, I wanted to be the master of his pleasure. I waited, my own smug grin on my face until he sighed and relaxed back.
“Good boy,” I murmured, giving him a small lick as a reward.
“It's a damn good thing I like what you're doing,” he growled. “I don't like people telling me what to do.”