“Come on, seriously, how many girls have you even been with?”
Like the number of partners you had was what made you competent or experienced.
“One,” he confessed.
That made her beam in delight.“Wow.You’re practically a virgin.”
For someone who studied brains, she really was astonishingly clueless.“I’m not that in any sense.”
“Oh, come on.You are.Have you really only had the one girlfriend?”
That wasn’t what he’d said, but he let it ride.There seemed little point in correcting her.She wasn’t listening anyway.All that seemed to matter to her was his cock.She drew his underwear down like she was un-wrapping a gift.
“I take it you’ve had a few more than that?”
Her lip curled.“I wouldn’t call them boyfriends as such.”
“Hook-ups?”
She fixed on a smile, like he’d said the wrong thing.That by whispering the truth, he’d accused her of being a slut.Yeah, no.He had no issues with women being promiscuous.Who exactly were all these straight men out there being encouraged to sow their wild oats supposed to get offwith, if not their equally straight and wild oat-sowing female counterparts?
If people wanted to burn off some excess energy, that was fine with him.
“Tell me what she was like?Did she go down on you?Give you head?”
He didn’t want to think about her.Not now.Not ever.If there was a way to excise her completely from his memory, he’d have taken it.
His older woman didn’t seem to notice he hadn’t replied.“I’m good with my mouth,” she boasted, already slithering her way down his body, “But if I blow you, you have to get me off the same way.”
Terms he understood.The only surprise was that these particular ones required negotiating.Who the hell shot their load and didn’t reciprocate?The savages who’d occupied her bed in the past, apparently.The notion burned some of his reservations away.
Were Englishmen all scum, or did she just choose poorly?
Given that she’d chosen him, he settled on the latter.He could show her a good time, though.
Maybe it was okay for this to be purely physical.He’d hooked up with a few guys since he got to the UK, and that was entirely about the physical.Zero emotional involvement.Tonight, with her, didn’t have to be any different.
“That’s not an issue,” he told her, right as she was about to lick a line along his shaft.“In fact, come and sit up here.”He encouraged her to perch over his face.
“What?Up there?I can’t.That’s…” Funnily enough, her knickers came off.Spook put his tongue on her.“That’s… Oh, man.”She was wet after the first swish of his tongue.
“Sixty-nine,” he suggested, when she started fretting over something to do with her hands.The words,“Grip the headboard, and don’t fucking let go until I tell you to,”rang loud inside his head, but he didn’t express them.
Not with her.
Not ever again.
Going top to tail involved her turning around so she was facing his toes.Spook sighed contentedly as her knees splayed either side of his ears, and he wrapped his arms around her hips to pull her firmly down onto his tongue.
“Are you still going to be able to concentrate if we’re doing that?”
It wouldn’t be an issue.He was used to holding himself in check.“Guess we’ll find out.”
It was like he’d given her permission to prove something.Too bad her boasting didn’t match up to reality.She was all tease.Playing with his cock.Touching him.Wrapping her small fists around him, but only ever putting the top inch or so in her mouth.Whoever had told her she was good with her mouth had zero experience, or had been lying.
She spluttered if he so much as bucked his hips.
Worse, she gave him the evil eye for doing so.“Can’t you keep still?”
