Cock Exercises


J.

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"If you do not stop, we are never making it to dinner." I laugh as Lisa does another—as she calls it—helicopter with her privates. She doesn't seem to care that we're already running late when she does another swing, sending me into a fit of laughter. "Seriously stop. You have to be hurting that poor thing."

"He likes it. Cock exercises."

I fall over onto the bed, holding my stomach. She is ridiculous. "Oh, and what would you call what we just did three times?" Referring to the extremely difficult Erotic Accordion position that I found online earlier.

"I call that fucking Olympic training." We both laugh until Lisa finally cuts it out and climbs onto the bed, pushing my shoulders back so she can crawl on top of me. She presses her lips to mine slowly, never taking her eyes off me. "You're beautiful. You know that, right?"

I smile against her lips. "So are you." And it's the truth. She is beautiful inside and out.

Lisa bites gently at my lip, and pulls. "Thanks for the compliment but I would appreciate more of a hot, sexy, beastly over beautiful. Lalisa aren't beautiful, babe."

I smile up at her. "But you are to me."

"But I'm also sexy as fuck, right? Rock your world with my manly cock. Not beautiful?"

My grin widens and I can't help but chuckle. "I think you're all those things, but no matter what you say, you are beautiful to me. Your heart is so big. The way you make me feel. I've never felt like this. And if beautiful is how to describe it—along with hot, muscles for days, and a super cock all other men should be jealous of—then you are beautiful. To me."

I barely get a glimpse of the emotion in her eyes before she slams her lips to mine. She's done with the sappy talk. At least done showing me that soft side of her. I know that in times like these, she struggles to find the words, so she shows me physically how much I mean to her. Her reply to my confession is rough and full of meaning. With her tongue dancing around mine and her hands touching me in ways that make me feel wanted, she is showing me that she feels the same way. That what she does to me, emotionally and physically, I do to her. I sigh, spreading my legs, knowing exactly what comes next. And I also know that we are going to be more than a little late to dinner.

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"Babe, if you don't walk faster, your brother is going to come looking for you and I would rather not die tonight."

Lisa is practically dragging me down the sidewalk to the restaurant. I would be moving a lot faster if my inner thighs weren't so darn sore. I mean, I work out. Okay I don't, but I clearly do now since I've never been so sore. Sex is physically exhausting!

We got down and dirty, then took a shower together to help save time. It didn't help that we got down and dirty in the shower, too, which meant we didn't save any time. Now we are practically running to the restaurant where we're supposed to meet my brothers, Rosé, and Jisoo to talk about the upcoming coed bachelor/bachelorette party and we're forty-five minutes late. "Lisa, I swear I think I pulled my groin when you put my leg into that spreader. No joke. You may have to carry me the rest of the way."

Lisa stops quickly, and I slam into her back. "I'll carry you, but I'm going to warn you. If I put you in my arms, I'm going to probably get hard as fuck and carry your ass back to the car. Then I'm going to have to fuck you in my back seat because I think you would look hot all crammed back there, screaming my name."

I go to smack her, because how can she seriously think about sex right now? We are two yards away from the restaurant, and honestly, if I don't give my poor vagina a break, she might fall off.

"Fine," she concedes. "I'll slow down, but I hope you say something nice about me at my funeral. Preferably about my super cock." She smiles, then ducks as I take another whack at her.

"Oh, goodness," a familiar voice greets. "There you two are. Everyone is waiting. GD is kind of hangry right now, and Jisoo won't let anyone order until you two get here."

We both turn to see Rosé standing at the entrance of the restaurant. With just one look, I can tell she's had some wine. More than one glass, too.

"Sorry. Car trouble." We meet Rosé at the door, who offers me a long hug. Having to pull her away, she says her hellos to Lisa and walks us to the table.

"Lookie who I found!" she exclaims ending on a giggle. She goes to sit on Jackson's lap, instead of her own chair, and Jackson, rather than getting annoyed, coddles her in his arms, kissing her neck.

"So sorry guys. Bad traffic."

"I thought you said car trouble?" Rosé pipes in.

Shoot.

"That too. Man I need a drink!" I refuse to make eye contact with anyone. I know Jisoo is calculating and Jackson, well, I'm not sure because Jackson and I aren't able to look each other in the eyes just yet since the whole sexting incident. GD is probably too busy staring down Lisa, thinking about what gun would kill her faster. So I play it safe and keep my focus on Rosé. "Super cute top, by the way!" I divert the eyes away from me, and everyone joins in on complimenting the bride-to-be.

"Can I get you two something to drink?" A waitress comes behind me with her pad. Sure, she can. "Yeah, I'll have what she's having." I point to Rosé, wanting to feel as bubbly as her and fast. I turn to Lisa. "What do you want?"

"Nothing. You have fun. I'll drive us home."

"Drive us home?"

My back stiffens. Ugh. Of course GD would catch that. I turn to my brother. "You know what she means." I scoff as Jisoo kicks him under the table. "GD, knock it off."

"What?" he grumbles. "It's just a simple question."

"What Lisa means, grumpy guardian," I start, "is that she's going to stay sober and make sure I get home, like the caring person she is."

Jisoo kicks him again because GD grunts. "Leave it alone, GD, or your shins are going to pay the price." GD quickly shuts up, and I offer Jisoo a thankful smile.

"Okay so, now that everyone's here, let's discuss plans." Jisoo jumps straight into business. My wine is placed in front of me, and I thank the waitress and whisper to keep them coming. If I'm not driving, I'm surely going to take advantage of my sober driver. Then when I get home really take advantage of my sober driver.

"What's so funny?"

I turn to Jisoo who's apparently stopped talking.

"Oh, um nothing. Sorry. Okay so plans, yay! What's on the agenda?" Jisoo wants no part in knowing what I'm laughing about, which is good, so she continues.

"I was saying that since Jennie offered up her house, we should utilize the entire day. Girls do our thing at Jennie's. You guys can do what you do and we can meet up later for a barbeque. Unless Jennie still isn't feeling it, and then we can do a taco-themed fiesta."

Everyone seems to be pondering the idea. I'm not sure Rosé even heard her since her and Jackson are whispering to one another. Jackson finally chimes in. "Well shit, then why don't we go golfing? Lisa, you ever hit some balls?"

At that I choke. If he means has she ever used a nine iron to jam into my garden, then yes. I gulp down my wine in an effort to look not the least bit interested in this idea. I'm really hoping Lisa is smart enough to suggest another idea.

"Nah, but man, I'd love to try. Bet a nice set of clubs would help my swing." She turns to GD. Fuck. "You got a set I can practice with? Heard you have the best."

I'm going to kill her.

If GD doesn't first, judging by the look on his face.

"I do, but a few went missing. You wouldn't happen to know anything about that, would you?" I choke again on my wine, at the same time GD grunts, assumingly from another kick, while Lisa just laughs.

"Knock it off, Oaf," Jisoo huffs. "My sister wouldn't steal your golf clubs!"

"Then how can you explain what I saw?" he challenges.

She rolls her eyes. "It was an antique umbrella you jackass. Don't you know anything about garden flare?"

The waitress places a new glass down in front of me—great timing—and I go straight for it.

Lisa smiles at my brother and gives me a quick wink. She seriously wants to get us killed.

"Okay, that boring shit is settled. Now, what should the girls do?" Jisoo asks, and this time, Rosé perks up. I see Jisoo fight the eye roll because we all know what's coming. It wouldn't be typical Rosé fashion if she didn't give it her best try.

"Well, I was thinking…since we can't make it to Silver Dollar City that maybe we can attempt to make some taffy at Jennie's! Like homemade! I have a whole board of pinned recipes. We can put them in the gift bags for the wedding!"

Her and her darn taffy. I swear she should just be a spokesmodel for the damn stuff.

"Fine. Sounds like a great idea. I can look up some girly drink recipes and we can get all the bags ready. We can do gifts and maybe play a few bridal games," I suggest, finishing off my second glass like a champ. Lisa looks at me curiously. Probably wondering why I'm drinking so fast. But, let's be honest. I've had a stressful week. It's not easy running a business and trying to keep your smokin' hot relationship secret. GD practically caught us three times this week at lunch, and one time, I swore we were both toast. If it weren't for him being tired from being up all night with Molly, he probably would have caught on.

There's also the stress of just wanting to come clean with the truth. Let them know. Tell GD that I'm with Lisa and just wait out the fireworks. It's my life. He isn't my dad, even though he tries to be at times. But then again, I think of Lisa. And what she would have to endure. I know she can take my brother, but I don't want to see her go through that just because of me. I shift in my seat and moan a bit at the tightness of my inner thighs. I pout, convinced that I pulled a muscle down there.

Everyone is going back and forth about what drinks to get when my phone vibrates on the table. I reach for it to see Lisa texting me.

Limario: Want me to rub that out for you? You know I have magical hands.

I laugh, and shoot off my reply.

Me: No. It hurts too bad. You'll only make it worse. And behave. I want to see you with all your body parts still intact later tonight.

Limario: Meet me in the bathroom. I'll rub out the muscle. Promise, you'll be as good as new.

God, it's tempting. But nothing is as innocent as it seems with Lisa. Just like when she asked if I wanted dessert the other night and failed to mention I was the dessert.

Me: As much as I want this pain gone, we can't. You need to behave.

Limario: I swear, Jen. Just a rub. Magical hands.

Ugh, she's right. She does have magical hands. And this hurts. Every time I move the muscle threatens to tear into two. I take a few seconds to think it over.

Me: Fine. Meet me by the women's restroom.

With an innocent, dimpled grin that makes my panties wet, Lisa stands up. "I need to make a call. Be back." And then she's gone.

I'm not sure how long I need to wait to not look suspicious. The wine is hitting me, which means my carelessness may also kick in. I can feel Jisoo's gaze boring holes through me so I make it a point not to make eye contact with her. "Geez, I drank those fast. Gotta pee now. Order me one more if she comes back. Thanks." And avoiding all eyes, I get up and make my way to the bathroom.

Lisa isn't by the women's restroom, so I figure maybe I'll just go pee really quick. When I step inside, a hand wraps around my bicep and pulls me into the first stall. Before I can scream, I feel Lisa's hand over my mouth.

"Calm down, beautiful. It's just me."

"Jesus, Lisa. You scared me. I thought you were a kidnapper!"

"Ahhh, that sounds like another fantasy we should try. Me accosting you. You screaming through duct tape as I pound into you from behind. My little prisoner tied up in my dungeon, ready and available at any moment."

"You don't have a dungeon." I go to jab her in the ribs but groan as my muscle flares.

"Here," she breathes against me, warm and delicious. "Let me rub it." I lie back against the closed stall while Lisa works her magic. I shut my eyes at how good it feels. Just the way her fingers dig into my skin, I can already feel the tense muscle letting up.

Of course with my eyes closed, I miss her subtle attack. Her mouth is on my neck, pressing wet kisses down my skin. With her hand on my inner thigh, so close to my sex, it's hard not to become aroused.

"How does this feel?"

"Good. Great. Perfect." Her mouth is on mine, and I completely forget about my thigh. When Lisa kisses me, everything else in the world goes mute. My body craves hers. She pushes herself against me so I can feel how hard she is. So much for behaving—

"You ran off in such a rush, I wanted to check up on…holy mother of, what are you doing!" Rosé squeals as she rattles the stall door and peeks through the crack. Panicked, I push Lisa off me and she trips, almost falling into the toilet.

"Oh my, oh my, oh my…"

Oh God, I think I just broke Rosé. "Rosé, calm down. Take a deep breath."

"I can't! I'm an accomplice now," she shrieks, her eye that's still staring through the door wide with panic. "If I tell Jackson what I just saw, he will tell GD, and then GD will kill Lisa, then kill me for just knowing."

Lisa starts laughing, and I turn, shooting her a glare. "Lisa, I got this. Go."

"But I want to hear—"

"Out!" I bark and she nods, making her exit out of the stall. Turning to Rosé, I rush out, "Rosé, listen. I'm sorry you just had to see that, but it's not what you think."

"Oh no, was she taking advantage of you?" Her face screws up in horror.

"No, honey. She wasn't taking advantage," I say with a small, devious grin. "I definitely wanted what she was offering."

Her nose scrunches in confusion. "Wait…are you two…"

"Yes. We're a couple. We've been one since after Tae." I watch her eyes begin to tear up. "Lisa is the one for me, Rosé. I need you to know that. I know it's probably a shock, but… I'm in love with her."

That does it and Rosé begins to cry. "Oh my God, I knew it. I knew there was something special between you two. The way Lisa looks at you. It always reminded me of how Jackson looks at me." I'm so touched by her comparison that my own tears threaten to fall. "Oh Jennie, I'm so happy for you both."

"Thank you. That means a lot. But we're trying to keep it secret for now, so I would appreciate it if you kept this to yourself. You know my brothers. They may not be as welcoming to the idea as you are. And Lisa and I just want some time to enjoy each other before my family's claws come out."

Rosé pulls me in for a hug. I squeeze her tight, thankful that she is about to be my sister soon. "Secret is safe with me, promise," she says when we pull apart. "You deserve happiness. And if Lisa is it for you, I approve."

"Thank you. We, uh, we should probably get back out there so no one starts asking questions."

She nods and we make a pit stop at the mirror to fix our makeup before heading back to the table.

"Everything okay?" Jackson stands to greet his fiancée when we return.

"Perfect," Rosé responds and lands back in my brother's lap once he sits back down. I take my seat, ignoring Lisa's amused grin. I know my brother is assessing, along with Jisoo, so it's best I keep my focus on anything but them.

"What did I miss?" I ask.

"Well, I was going to suggest strippers for after the barbeque," Lisa says. "Possibly a cowgirl and a naughty robber."

I nearly choke on my wine, drawing the attention of everyone at the table.

Dammit.

"Sorry, wrong pipe."

Lisa is so dead. I am never playing cowgirl for her ever again.

Jisoo tosses her olive at her sister. "Dude, this isn't House Party. No strippers. Don't make me go into my story about when GD—"

"NO!" We all say in unison, knowing the story about GD and his attempt at stripping for Jisoo when he knocked over the billions of candles he had lit, setting the rug on fire, and almost burning his junk off by trying to put it out. The mental picture of his privates practically on fire caused me sleep issues for months.

"Geez, I wasn't going to bring it up," Jisoo says dramatically and her lip curls up in disgust. "But the smell of burning pubic hair is nasty."

Ugh.

Thankfully, the waitress shows back up and refills all our drinks. We drop the stripper and burned body hair talk and chat about flowers and matching bow ties. The girls aww at the plans Rosé has for the moms and the guys give Jackson shit for the song they have to walk out to.

By the time the check comes, I'm pretty toasty along with everyone else at the table, minus my sexy sober driver. We're all heading toward the exit when Rosé grabs my hand, swaying into me. "I am soooo happy for you. Love is wonderful," she slurs, resting her head on my shoulder but slipping and giving me a head butt to the boob.

"Happy about what?" GD asks, tugging his wife along with him.

Jisoo smacks him. "Happy that she's in the wedding, you big oaf." She looks at me and winks.

Rosé tries to stand on her own but wobbles. Jackson is by her side immediately. "Yes, that too. I just can't wait for it to be her day. It will be soon. I bet you and—"

"Speaking of weddings," Jackson interrupts, "I should get my future bride home. Thank you all for the fun night." He escorts Rosé out of the restaurant and into the night. I turn to Lisa, carelessly gawking at her. Before I can even paw at her, my brother steps in front of us.

"Are you sure you don't want us to take you home? It's on our way." I look at Jisoo who is shaking her head and mouthing no.

"Like I said before, I'm fine. Lisa hasn't had a drop. Safe as can be." I slap Lisa on the shoulder.

"Geez, woman." Lisa groans, rubbing at her shoulder.

GD takes the opportunity to throw a jab. "See, she doesn't look okay to drive." He points to Lisa. "Can't even take a little slap from a girl."

Throwing her arm around me, Lisa taunts GD. "You're so cute when you're drunk, man. But I have to hurry and get your sister home. Got to get to robbin' some homes after I drop her off." At that I bust out laughing. If GD only knew.

I wave to Jisoo and pull on Lisa to take me home. I can't wait to play cops and robbers and test out the handcuffs she brought home last night.

She helps me gently into the passenger seat before taking her own and we begin our drive home. I can't help the smile on my face. It might be the five glasses of merlot I just had, but it's also because I'm just plain old happy. I look over at Lisa. She looks happy too. Content. I can't wait to get home and show her just how happy she truly makes me.

Okay, so maybe I can't wait until we get home. I blame the wine. I lean over, placing a kiss to her neck.

"You're very tasty," I mumble while dragging my tongue down her neck. I scoot closer to her, bringing my hand to her thigh. My fingers slide to her inner leg and I can already feel her lovely man monster growing in her pants.

"What are you doing, beautiful?" Lisa chuckles, trying to keep her eyes on the road.

"I'm trying out something else on my list." I reach over and try unzipping her pants. Damn, these things are harder when you're inebriated and in a car. I've never attempted giving a blow job in the car before but I think now is the perfect opportunity.

"Babe, I think this may not be the time to test out your road head skills."

"No way. We're doing this. I just need to get this zipper—"

Before I even get a good latch on it, someone crashes into us from behind.

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