She does it

Taking advantage of the confusion, Chad no longer resists, moving has hand slowly before placing it on her.

She feels his hand on her face—gentle, guiding—and she doesn't resist. Her lips part as he directs her forward, and the first touch is instinct, her tongue brushing against his shaft before her mind catches up with what she's doing. Her hand rises, wrapping around his base, finding the weight of him in her palm.

She looks up at him through her lashes, still on her knees on the cold floor, her tube top barely containing her. Her hand moves slowly, deliberately, finding a rhythm as her tongue traces a line up his length.

She doesn't think about Joe asleep down the hall. Doesn't think about boundaries or guilt or the girl she was yesterday. She thinks about the weight in her hand, the taste on her tongue, the way Chad's breath catches above her.

She pulls back just enough to speak, her voice low and rough.

"Tell me if you want me to stop."

She doesn't wait for an answer before her mouth finds him again.