Chapter 150: What Is 69?*
"Look at this, you’re already wet."
Fredrinn grinned as he spoke in a teasing voice, his gaze locked on the glistening damp patch on Andrea’s panties.
The thin fabric clung to her, darkened in the center, leaving little to the imagination.
He traced a finger lightly along the edge of the waistband, not quite dipping underneath yet, just enough to make her shiver.
"You..."
Andrea felt shame rising hot through her body. Heat flooded her cheeks and the tips of her ears. For a second she wanted to hide her head under the dirt like an ostrich, burying the evidence of how badly she wanted him.
But she wasn’t a quitter.
She forced the embarrassment down, squared her shoulders and shrugged, trying to sound casual even as her cheeks burned.
"Isn’t that just the normal biological reaction?"
Then she narrowed her eyes at him, staring mockingly. The teasing smile on his face only pushed her further.
"It’s your fault to begin with, mister. You kissed me the day we met, then kissed me when I decided to sleep on your lap... You touched me, you kissed me, but your cocky little ass never thought about me!"
The list came out in a rush, each memory sharp and close.
She grabbed his collar and yanked him closer. The fabric bunched in her fist.
Fredrinn’s eyes widened slightly as he stared into hers, waiting for her to finish whatever she needed to say. His breath brushed her face. For a moment neither of them moved.
But she wasn’t nearly done.
Andrea flipped them over in one determined motion, using her weight and the grip on his collar to push him down onto his back. The mattress dipped under them.
She ended up sitting astride his firm stomach, her thighs bracketing his waist.
Her bare breasts jiggled with the sudden movement, soft and full, the pink tips still slightly peaked from earlier.
The thin fabric of her panties pressed against his chest, and she could feel the heat of her own body trembling there as she struggled to keep a straight face.
"You went out alone and fucked this seductive demon while leaving me waiting..."
Her voice was sharp with complaint even as her hand slid down, pushing past the waistband of his pants and under his underwear.
The skin of his lower stomach was warm. Her fingers found him easily—already hard, thick, and veiny—and she closed around his cock, gripping it firmly.
The size of him filled her hand. She could feel the pulse under the skin, the heat of him.
"Oww oww oww!"
Fredrinn yelped, actual surprise flashing across his face for the first time as her grip tightened around his shaft.
"Do you think only you can feel horny or what, huh?"
Andrea scoffed, but she didn’t just want to hurt him.
She eased her hold and, with careful fingers, unbuttoned his pants and lowered the zipper.
The sound of the metal teeth was quiet in the room. His cock sprang free, heavy and warm in her hand, the tip already slightly flushed.
She kept her grip on the shaft and began to move her hand slowly up and down, applying firm, steady pressure—enough for him to feel every stroke in his veins, but not so much that it turned into pain.
Her thumb brushed the underside on each upward pass. The skin was smooth and hot.
"You... are dangerous."
Fredrinn grunted, the sound edged with pleasure. His eyes stayed fixed on her face.
He could have easily overpowered her and taken control—he had the strength for it, the size for it—but his body didn’t want to cooperate.
It wanted exactly what she was doing. His hands rested loosely at her hips for a moment, not stopping her, only feeling the soft give of her skin under his palms.
Andrea’s hand moved with confident, even strokes, the kind of perfect rhythm that felt almost too good.
The wet sound of skin on skin was soft but clear. Watching the genuine, aroused expression settle on his face made her lips curve into a smirk.
She was enjoying this a lot—the power of it, the way his breathing changed, the way his stomach tightened under her thighs.
Between her own legs, her pussy fluttered and clenched, already aching for more, already begging for some kind of release.
Every time she shifted, the damp fabric of her panties dragged against him, a constant reminder of how ready she was.
"I know that you don’t have any memories... But I have seen a position in some... films. I wanted to try one..."
Her voice dropped into a whisper, tinged with sudden shyness. The boldness that had carried her this far wavered for a second.
She cleared her throat, eyes flicking away from his for a moment before returning.
"Have you heard of 69?"
Near the kettle, Jenny had just lifted her cup of freshly made coffee for a sip.
The words hit her ears at the worst possible moment. She spat most of the coffee out in a startled spray, coughing once as she tried to recover.
A few drops landed on the counter. She wiped her mouth with the back of her hand, ears burning.
She had already turned her back to the bed on purpose, determined not to watch whatever horny nonsense was unfolding behind her.
Enduring the sounds of moans had been bad enough. Now Andrea was casually asking him about sixty-nine?
She took another, more careful sip of what little coffee remained in the cup, pretending she hadn’t heard a thing.
"69?"
Fredrinn blinked up at Andrea, clearly confused.
There was no performance in his expression—he genuinely didn’t know what she meant.
The question sat between them while her hand kept its slow, steady rhythm along his length.
"Oho~ You really don’t know~"
Andrea’s grin turned amused and a little wicked. The shyness from a moment earlier faded under the pleasure of knowing something he didn’t.
She kept pumping her hand slowly up and down his shaft, the wet sound of skin on skin soft but unmistakable.
A small bead of moisture gathered at the tip; her fingers spread it on the next stroke.
Then she leaned down and kissed him, pressing her lips to his while her hand continued its steady work.
The kiss was slower than the first grab of his collar had been—deeper, lingering. She tasted the faint salt of his mouth and felt him respond under her.
Fredrinn didn’t just lie there like a dead fish and let her do everything.
One of his hands slid down and grabbed a firm handful of her ass, squeezing the soft, bouncy flesh hard enough that the skin pinked under his fingers.
The pressure made her gasp softly into the kiss. His other hand rose to her chest.
He pinched and rolled one of her nipples between his fingers, then the other, drawing a quiet moan from her every few moments.
The dual sensation—his hand on her breast, her own hand still working him—made her hips rock forward once without meaning to.
Still, curiosity tugged at him. Even with her weight on him and her hand around him, the unknown word stayed in his mind.
"What is 69?"
He asked the question with genuine interest, voice a little rough from the way her hand kept moving. His thumb brushed the underside of her breast as he waited.
"Hehe... I will show you directly~"