We made eye contact just the once, after that it wasn’t necessary. It’s not that I’m shy about being watched, it’s that this time was different. This time I wanted to be ignored.
He’s already naked on the couch. His legs are spread in the way only a man who’s used to taking up space in public can be. I braid my hair tightly, keeping it pulled back so no strands fall loose. I move the coffee table back far enough that I can fit between the couch and the table on my knees.
Unceremoniously, I put my mouth around his dick and start sucking. I keep my hands by my side, on the floor by my knees. He moves forward a bit to pick his phone up off the charger and his dick goes further down my throat, but we settle back into the rhythm easily. My eyes are fixed on his pubic bone, watching the same spot zoom in and out as my mouth keeps sucking. He chuckles at something funny he sees on his phone and his penis vibrates briefly on my tongue. I pause to swallow the spit that’s accumulated. He’s growing harder in my mouth but the rest of his body remains relaxed, his legs still spread and his torso slouched on the sofa. He turns on the tv to the nightly news and picks up his phone again.