Tessa leaned in closer, eyes glinting with mischief. "I don't ever use my mouth."
Her words landed like a sucker punch, and my mind reeled. Great. This just went from hard to damn near impossible.
I stayed quiet, trying to process, but she wasn't done. "I'd rather do this instead."
"Huh?" I barely got the sound out before she moved.
In one smooth motion, Tessa shifted and pressed herself against me, my erection trapped between her cheeks, still hugged by that tight tracksuit. The heat, the pressure, it hit me like a wave, way more intense than I'd expected.
I forced a laugh, keeping my cool. "Nice try, but that's not gonna cut it."
Her lips curled into a smirk, sharp and confident. She climbed on top, straddling me, then grabbed the waistband of her pants and peeled them down slow, like she was unwrapping a gift she knew I couldn't resist.