Kess: Tell me—what can this super sexy lawyer man do to make you forget this minor issue of arachnophobia?
My heart was pounding in my chest, but he’d been right. Texting wasn’t quite as daunting as saying it to his face.
Me: Well...I have started imagining certain scenarios with him.
Kess: I’m sure he’d love to hear about those scenarios.
Kess: In great detail.
Me: But what if they turn him off?
He adjusted on his leather couch, and I grimaced at the needy-sounding question. Maybe I should just delete?—
Kess: I promise you, it won’t. Why don’t you tell me what you want?
Kess: I’ll let you know if it’s out of order.
Tricky motherfucker.
Me: Fine. He just gave me a mind-blowing orgasm, and now I’m wondering what else his mouth can do.
Kess: A lot, I’m sure.
I took several calming breaths, then went for it.
Me: Even rimming?
His phone thunked loudly on the concrete floor and I snorted. I snuck a look in his direction and Kess was scrambling to pick it up. His response came in seconds later.
Kess: Fuck yes.
Kess:
Kess: You should definitely ask him to do that to you.
I touched the phone to my forehead, embarrassed.
Kess: Is there something more?
Kess: You can tell me anything, Rowdy.
I could hear the warmth in his written words and knew he was telling me the truth. I let out a long breath and started typing.
Me: I’m a pretty hairy guy.
Kess: I remember.
Oh, right. He’d briefly played back there before jacking me off.
Me: Should I wax first?
“Abso-fucking-lutely not,” Kess muttered furiously, then went back to texting.
Kess: Speaking as an expert in the field, men who enjoy worshipping holes generally don’t give a fuck about hair back there.
Kess: Some of us even prefer it.
I gripped the counter with my free hand, rocking forward and back. Jesus. I hadn’t realized that Kess was sofilthy. I didn’t even know how to respond to something like that.
