She quickly fell into an exhausted, restless sleep, but I was up for hours longer, breathing her in, soothing her when she cried out in her sleep, so filled with gratitude to have her in relatively one piece in my arms, but also filled with rage and helplessness.
Jenna stirred, waking me up. I tightened my arms around her, but she gently extricated herself and scooted down the bed, sitting near my hip, looking like an angel with her hairshimmering in the early morning sunshine that filtered through the blinds.
“You good?”
“Yes. Go back to sleep,” she whispered.
I didn’t, of course, but I did close my eyes and lay still. It wouldn’t do her any good if I freaked out at every little thing. Or at least not for her to know about it. Truth was, I was less like a sleeping boyfriend and more like an alert soldier, attuned to her every breath. And her rapid breaths told me she wasn’t okay.
She gently lifted the blanket off me, and I felt the weight of her eyes on my cock. I froze, every nerve on edge as she shifted my boxers and then reached in and closed her fist around me.
“Firefly?”
“Shh, go back to sleep.”
That would’ve been funny if I wasn’t so worried. She slid her hand up and down the shaft, and my confused cock ignored the warning bells clanging in my head. The fool didn’t care why her hand was on him. She pulled my straining cock out through the opening and tentatively ran her hand up over the head and back down. One finger traced around the head, then down the ridge.
It felt so damn good. And so wrong. I tried to sound casual. “Whatcha doing, Firefly?”
“It looks different than his. Feels different too.”
Fuck. Which asshole’s cock was she thinking about while she touched mine? None of them were acceptable.
“Not Snake Eyes,” she said like she read my mind. “I didn’t see his. I felt it poking me, though. It was big. Probably would have hurt when he…you know.” Her voice was frighteningly calm. Matter of fact. Like she was describing the weather, not the dick she was nearly raped by last night.
My cock shriveled in her hand, and I sat up, reaching for her.
She shook her head and moved between my legs, her eyes still on my cock. “Lay back down.”
“Jenna, please stop.”
“No. Lay down.”
“Firefly…”
She rubbed up and down my flaccid cock, trying to bring it back to life. “I’m good, promise. I want to do this. Please let me.”
What the fuck was I supposed to do?
“Please, Liam.”
I lay down. “You can stop anytime.”
“I know.” She hesitated and finally looked up to meet my eyes. “Is it okay with you?”
“Yeah, Firefly. If you’re sure you want to.”
“I do.”
I fisted my hands at my sides. I wanted to touch her, but I didn’t want her to feel trapped. I blew out a heavy breath. Tried to relax. Willed my cock to cooperate with her crazy request.Go ahead, give our girl what she wants. And I prayed I wasn’t doing the wrong thing, fucking with her head even more.
I was semi-hard again, and she twisted her hand as she moved it up the shaft then tightened it around the head, squeezing as she slid it down. Fuck, that felt good. My cock swelled, and I was as hard as I’d ever been. She repeated that again and again, twisting and squeezing, and my balls were already tightening.
Then she spoke. “Yeah, it's different than Brian’s. I like yours much better.” She smiled like that was supposed to be a nice compliment.
I was pissed. My poor cock was confused. She palmed the dripping head, lubing her hand, and repeated that move, squeezing the head through her fist, teasing the rim and squeezing on the way down, twisting on her way up. Again and again.
“Firefly,” I groaned. I was an asshole for enjoying this so much. But damn, she was good.