Chapter 109: Getting Head Is Normal

Adrian’s mouth was still open when Rose’s thumb found the phone.

One tap.

His eyes widened.

She’d done it before he’d decided to stop her, and his hand got halfway to the screen, hovered, before she paced up her strokes on his cock.

The sweet stroke made his cock throb instantly and before he knew it, he leaned back to the cushion as though he had remembered a more urgent matter.

However, his mind still remained a mess.

Why the hell is she doing this now of all times?

Rose’s cheeks were still reddened, but the slow measure strokes her soft palm gave his already thick shaft threw away her thoughts or her innocence.

Still, this definitely not the right-

Mm.

Adrian paused. Fuck. The moan had left him before he knew it, and apparently had gotten a satisfied smile off Rose.

Then it hit him... Jenna.

He hurriedly glanced at the phone.

The screen had gone blank, displaying a reconnecting icon as the network delay was being progressed.

Phew. His shoulders loosened slightly, but Rose who had already started to bend towards his thick length was not helping matters at all.

"Rose..." He aimed the whisper at the ceiling, as if the phone could lip-read. "What are you doing?"

"Nothing serious..." Rose whispered back as her lips gently kissed the tip of his cock. "We’re just having a video call."

A regular video call.

There was nothing regular about getting head during a video call. But at the end, it wasn’t worth complaining.

Especially since he could already feel Rose’s tongue slowly trailing her saliva from the bottom of his shaft to the thick of his cock.

Then, in a single motion, she managed to swallow the top of his length into her mouth, letting out a loud lewd gag as her eyes tightened.

Fuckk.

The sensation of having his cock enveloped in her mouth jerked his hips higher, sliding in more of his length into her wet throat as her gags high increased.

"Hello?" Jenna’s voice finally came out of the phone speaker. "Can you hear me? If this is a bit, I’m charging."

The screen flickered and Jenna’s face filled it: ponytail, lamp behind her, and her eyes seemed a little swollen, most probably due to what she’d experienced today.

Adrian hurriedly straightened the phone to face him straight, doing his very best to cut out the view of Rose gagging loudly on his cock as quickly as he could.

Rose straightened a moment later, her hand still stroking his now wet dick as she gently whipped her lips, revealing another innocently smile.

Jenna’s eyes went from him to the person next to him and stayed there. Rose hadn’t left a gap. Her shoulder was pressed to his, like a student who’d been told to sit near the front.

"Am I interrupting something..." Jenna’s eyebrow went up.

"What do you mean?" Rose asked as her focused her strokes on the top of my length.

"I don’t know. You two kinda look like you’re in each other’s space."

"It’s a small screen. We both have to fit."

"Sure, Anyway.... What were we saying again..." she paused for a beat.

"Oh yeah. Streaming... " Jenna dropped onto her elbows and talked the way she did when an idea had just clicked. "If we’re actually gonna go into this full time, we should probably set up a plan... don’t you think?"

"Um.... I see your point but....uh-egg-" Adrian’s throat cut as Rose immediately heightened her strokes. Fuck. She was most definitely doing it on purpose, but it only heightened the pulse he felt from his cock with each stroke she gave.

"Sorry, what was that?" Jenna said as she leaned in closer from the othe end of the call.

Adrian didn’t care to answer.

The wet saliva had served as a lubrication to her gentle head rubs against the tip, and he could feel it, the familiar coil of his climax brewing in h.

"We have a plan." Rose completed his statement, but her hands did not slow, and neither did view of the faint ripple of her breasts from her cleavage. "We could start up as basic content creators. They’re probably..."

She paused for a beat, probably because she could already feel the heavy twitch from his cock. She’d slept with him enough time to understand what that meant.

Rose straightened. "They’re probably several apps we could use. TikTok. Twitch.... Even YouTube. We could pick anyone."

Twitch.

Adrian’s hips twitched right at that moment as he felt his climax surging from his cock.

Rose almost didn’t seem to care. She leaned in immediately and covered the tip of his cock with her mouth which almost tore a gasp through Adrian.

His hand moved before he could stop it and gently rubbed around her head as he felt his climax sprout from his cock, followed by heavy gulps by Rose as her cheeks burned hotter.

"Um. What’s up? Where’d Rose go?" Jenna stuttered at that moment, but Adrian barely managed to keep his face straight.

His climax left him utterly speechless, but a few sprouts later, he felt it finally end.

Rose licked away the last drop of his nut before she straightened again while Adrian took heavy breaths. Hopefully the entire situation hadn’t looked that bad.

He glanced at the call and caught Jenna who was still giving them the stink eye.

Well, now she definitely knew something was up.

"I really... you know what, never mind." Jenna continued, with felt awfully worse. "Starting small isn’t a bad idea. If we can join our talents and add in a few extra tricks for fan service we could actually build a good enough audience."

’Hmm. That’s actually a good idea.’ He thought it with the part of his brain still taking notes. The rest of him was occupied.

Rose had rested her chin on his shoulder to watch Jenna like a sincere student. Below the frame, her hand did nothing at all, patiently, which was its own kind of threat.

"Distribution’s the real problem," Rose said with an innocent tone.

Jenna nodded "A stage probably doesn’t matter if nobody finds you. So we could work with one main platform, clips everywhere else, and a good enough camera."

She paused and continued.

"Fifty people who show up every time beat five thousand who show up once," Jenna was saying.

"Right. I mean, if we’re going to do this, we should—"

The sentence got as far as ’should’ and wandered off. He looked at the lamp. The lamp offered nothing.

"Adrian."

"Yes."

"Why do you sound like you’re jogging?"

"I’m thinking."

"You said ’uh.’ Twice. You never say ’uh.’ You say ’mm,’ like a man who thinks he’s in court." She leaned toward her screen. "And you look like Drew when he says he finished the group project."

"Is something wrong?" Rose asked in the sweetest voice on earth. He turned to stare at her. She blinked back with such tender concern he almost applauded.

"Nothing’s wrong," he told them both. "Low blood sugar."

Explaining required a sentence with a verb in it, and he’d lost the last one. New strategy: finish the call. Nod in the right places. Give Jenna nothing she could quote later.

"Go on," he said. "You were on retention."

"I was on retention three minutes ago." But she went on.

After a minute, Rose’s hand slid back to his knee, a neutral country. It felt like being released from a very polite hostage situation. He breathed in through his nose, slowly, so it wouldn’t show.

’She’s developed a hobby.’ Testing his ability to function. If so, he was the only subject, and she was thorough.

"That’s the plan," Jenna said at last. "Cheap, steady, no contracts. Objections? Rose?"

"None." Rose’s hands were folded in her lap, which Adrian found the most terrifying posture a person could take.

"Adrian?"

"None," he said, and prayed that was the end of the questions.

"Good." Jenna stretched, then froze, the way people do when a word catches on something. "No contracts. Oh! That reminds me. Adrian, I’m sorry about the porn shoot thing. In my defense, you were terrible at explaining."

Adrian went still. Beside him, so did Rose, for opposite reasons.

"Porn shoot," Rose said. Not a question. She turned her head to him with the bright, polite interest of a woman who’d been handed a gift.

"A photo shoot. Probably." He kept it to the shortest sentence available. "A girl’s brother said ’shoot’ near the word ’contract.’ Jenna filled in the rest."

"In my defense—"

"You said that already."

Jenna’s face dropped, then rearranged itself into delighted horror. "Oh no. I made it sound way worse than it was."

"Slightly."

"Sorry. Truly." She did not look truly sorry. She looked like she was filing it. Rose squeezed his knee, and it wasn’t a comforting squeeze. It was a bookmark.

"Anyway." Jenna sat up. "This only works if all three of us are on the stream. Rose, you’ve got the art. I’ve got the performing." She pointed at the camera. "What do you actually bring, Adrian, besides money?"

He opened his mouth. Nothing was waiting there. Beside him, Rose waited, politely, with her hands folded.