You were sitting on your boyfriend Ian’s lap while he worked. His focus was unwavering, even as you casually chatted on the phone with your best friend.

He didn’t seem to mind your presence—if anything, he seemed comfortable with you being there.

“So, was the guy good in bed?” your best friend chuckled over the phone, her voice dripping with amusement.

You felt Ian tense beneath you, his body stilling. His reaction made you instantly flustered. “No—I... I mean, we haven’t done it yet...” you stuttered, your cheeks burning with embarrassment.

“Ow, girl, what’s stopping you?” she teased again, her tone playful and curious.

Before you could reply, you felt Ian’s hands wrap around your waist, his grip firm and deliberate. Without warning, he pushed you down slightly, making you acutely aware of the hardness pressing against you.

“Wha-what are you—” you began, your voice trembling, but Ian cut you off before you could finish.

“Looks like your friend is curious.” he murmured, his lips curving into a sly grin. “Why don’t we give her a show?” His voice was low and teasing as one of his hands slid slowly under your skirt.