Chapter 37 Frotting
Frotting
Dylan’s POV
“Dylan, stop playing with it. You are hurt.”
“Why? Don’t you like it?” I asked as I stroked his dick under water.
He pulled me closer, grabbed my dick and started stroking it. His hand came up from behind to cup my jaw, gently turning my head before he kissed me.
“Mmh!” He moaned inside my mouth.
I stroked him harder and he increased his own rhythm while our mouths were tangled together. He stopped stroking and picked up the liquid bathing soap, he poured a generous amount on his hands. He rubbed from my neck, down to my nipple, then he rubbed it on my dick and started stroking it again.
He gently rubbed the tips of my dick and my back arched. He noticed what it did to me and continued rubbing my tips.
“Dylan.” He called.
“Mmmh!” I answered with a moan.
“You have to follow my lead, okay?”
“Okay.” I nodded.
I did exactly the same thing he did to my dick. I grabbed his dick and wrapped my fingers around the shaft. My pinky fingers on his balls and my index finger on top of his dick. Then I slowly stroke him up and down, while stroking him, I rubbed my thumb over and back on the head of his dick.
I grabbed the liquid bathing soap and poured some on my hand. I started fondling his balls. I cupped them and played with them gently.
“Oh! Dylan, I love that!” He moaned.
I squeezed his balls gently. I turned around, sat on his lap and he started frotting on our erection. I felt fucking good at the friction of rubbing our dicks together. I kissed his lips, almost biting it.
“Aagh! Liam!” I muffled and he increased the friction.
“Fuck!” He moaned as we cummed together. “Do you like it?” He smirked while breathing hard.
“Just shut it.” I said and turned back to let us continue showering.
We stepped out to the parlor but it was empty. The blanket Vivian had used was folded on the couch arm, her shoes were still near the door, but Vivian wasn’t in the room. I checked the visitor’s bathroom and it was empty. I came back and looked at Liam. I called her number but it was unavailable.
“Her phone is on the table,” he said, nodding toward it.
I picked it up. No missed calls on the screen, which meant she had left deliberately without it. How can I reach her when she left her phone here?
“What if something bad happens to her?” I asked.
Liam went to sit on the couch, looking less concerned about the situation.
“What are witches scared of?” He scoffed.
“I heard that.” I said and sat down.
We sat for twenty minutes, neither of us saying what we were both thinking.
Then the door opened and she came in carrying two paper bags from the bakery two streets down, slightly breathless from the cold, her cheeks pink, her expression carrying the specific brightness of someone returning with something useful.
I was on my feet before she set the bags down, moving toward her, looking at her face, her hands and the way she was standing, checking for anything wrong without knowing exactly what I was checking for.
“What happened?” she asked, looking between us.
“We couldn’t find you,” I said. “Your phone was here.”
She blinked. Then she laughed, short and genuine, and put the bags on the counter. “I went to get breakfast. I thought it would be nice.” She started pulling containers out of the bags. “I didn’t think I needed my phone to buy pasta.”
The smell came out of the containers and filled the room. The two of them sat at the dining table while I went to get water from the kitchen. I could feel them having an eye to eye contest. When I got back, I placed the bottles on the table and pulled the curtains aside so that the morning light could come through the window.
When I wanted to sit, I noticed a folded blanket on top of my seat and I smiled. Liam must have put it there so that I won’t hurt myself by sitting on the wooden chair.
Liam sat with a plate of pasta in front of him and didn’t touch it.
Vivian looked at him after a few minutes. “You’re not eating? Must have had enough already.”
“He doesn’t like pasta,” I said, not missing a beat.
She looked at the plate with mild skepticism like she was deciding whether to press further or let it go. She eventually turned back to her food.
We ate and the conversation moved to small things and I watched Vivian across the table, glancing at Liam constantly.
Her phone buzzed on the table beside her. She glanced at it, her thumb moved to clear the notification and her face did something she didn’t intend it to do, a flash of shock that moved through her expression and was gone in under a second.
“Are you not going to pick your calls?” I asked.
“It’s nothing serious,” she said and smiled softly.
Her phone buzzed again. She picked it up, angled the screen away from me and read whatever was there.
I saw guilt on her face even though she was trying to hide it, settling around her eyes.