My fingers skittered across the strings, a high-pitchedgrimathat set my teeth on edge.
As I set my guitar back on its stand, I reveled in the memory of Kessler’s arms around me, standing so close as to be enveloped in the heat of his body. The way he’d held me like he knew what he was doing; the way he’d taken my mouth like he’d wanted nothing more than to taste me.
“You could use someone a little older, a little wiser...”
A loud text notification startled me out of dreamland. I grabbed my phone and lowered the volume on my notifications, not surprised that Skylar was texting me this late.
Skylar: How’d the party go?
Skylar shamelessly texted me at all hours of the night and pouted when I took too long to reply. Shaking my head, I put my thumbs to work, then waited for his reaction.
Me: You’ll never guess what happened.
Skylar: Bitch, you better tell me.
Me: ...
Skylar: BITCH. YOU BETTER TELL ME.
Me: Fine. Kessler kissed me.
My phone rang three seconds later.
“Yes?” I asked, no clue what my face was doing.
“Holy shit, Rowd. He kissed you?”
I fiddled with a loose thread on my jeans. “Best kiss of my whole goddamned life.”
“And then...?”
“And then he asked to worship my tight hole, and I nearly had a fucking panic attack.”
“God, you are so pure,” he said with a teasing chuckle.
“Don’t be gross.”
“I’m not talking about your untouched pucker, Virginia. I’m talking about your pure soul.”
I knew that Sky respected my choices, and that the teasing was well-intentioned, but there were days when I regretted telling him my deepest goddamned secret.
I let out an annoyed huff of air. “Stop calling me that.”
“There’s no shame in the virgin game, Rowd.”
“True, but you already know I’m not avirginvirgin. Name one virgin who’s ever been told they have a mouth like a trapdoor.”
He snorted. “You can pretend to be the blow job king on your own time, but don’t try to pull that on me.”
I winced. In reality, I’d only given a handful of blow jobs, and I’d never been fully confident in my technique. I’d had more success with hand jobs, though Hand Job King didn’t have the same ring to it.
“Shut up. And virginity is about having sex, which, technically, I have had.”
“Sweet love, your ass would beg to disagree. A bottom who hasn’t bottomed is like the hanging chad of virginity.”
Sharing my fantasies with Skylar had definitely been a mistake.
“I don’t even know what that means. And don’t anal shame me.”
