be curious. not judgmental.

What he doesn’t expect is for her to settle over his legs, just above his knees and tug at his boxers. “Sharon,” he groans, confused but eager, lifting his hips up to let her pull the clothing away. She leans forward and his heart leaps in his throat as she kisses his lower belly, runs her nails down his thighs.

He’s not twenty anymore but he’s more than ready to devote all of his attention to her if this is what she wants. He reaches for her, intent on getting her clothes off too, but she bats his hands away. “Uh uh,” she says and it’s so like the Sharon he knew when she was back in FID—decisive and condescending and hot as hell. “This is how it’s going to work.” She wraps her hand around his cock, half-hard and getting harder. “You breathe in on the downstroke.” The drag of her skin against his, all warm and tight and confident, has him gasping a big gulp of air. “And exhale on the upstroke.” The same motion in reverse and this time Andy is gripping the sheet and letting out a whimpering, “Fuck.”

She grins. “Close enough.” Then she leans forward and kisses the tip of his dick, tongue dipping briefly into the slit to gather the little bit of fluid accumulating there. “Every time you do it right, you get a reward.” Another teasing lick to the underside of his cock. “Sound fair?”

“More than,” he gasps, hips lifting towards her. This time, on the drag down, her hand is lightly lubricated with her own spit. He forgets to breathe entirely, the feeling of her hand on him, the thrill of what’s to come, the way Sharon Raydor is perched on his lap and offering him a blow job, it’s all too much. He can’t think, let alone breathe.

She tsks softly at him and squeezes his cock at the base in reprimand, hand loosely sliding back up to the tip.

“Again,” she commands, determined.

“Sharon.” It’s a pant and a whine and a plea. But she’s steel in the face of his torture, thumb pressing at his head. He draws in an exaggerated breath in and she beams, satisfied, and tightens her grip on him, dragging her hand back down. She squeezes softly and murmurs Good.

“Now exhale.” It’s shaky and rattling but he manages, eyes flicking between her focused, determined face and her hand wrapped around his cock.

At the top of the motion, she leans forward and takes the tip of him in her mouth. This time it’s deeper, her tongue working soft strokes over his dick and her cheeks hollowing ever so slightly as she sucks, creating a vacuum of pressure, heat, and enticing wetness.

His hand reaches for her, fingertips sliding into her hair, but she’s gone before he can wrap her hair around his hand. She sits back on his thighs, mouth swollen and cheeks pink and looking exhilarated and confident and sure. “Again.”

But this time, the teasing comes through in her voice. She’s having fun.

Andy tucks an arm behind his head and shoots her a wild, hungry look. If this is how she wants to incentivize him, he’s more than happy to play along.