“I wouldn’t say that. It just requires more work, and I’d rather relax while she finishes the job.”
Tiel laughed and slapped my leg. “I can’t believe you said that, you actually said those words. You’re such a manwhore.”
The music was loud, and even though we were sitting close together with Tiel’s legs bracketed by mine, I had to lean toward her to speak. “You say that like it’s a problem,” I replied, eager to see the rise I got out of her. “This isn’t about love or forever or any other bullshit notions. None of that exists. There are no illusions about what I’m looking for and we both know it ends when she swallows.”
“Maybe not, but it’s completely one-sided. She’s servicing you, and you aren’t even returning the favor.”
It was fascinating that Tiel focused on all the fairness and none of the sluttiness, as if she didn’t mind some highly casual sex as long as it ended favorably for everyone involved. Fascinating . . . but not the path I was pursuing tonight. I already knew too much about her for this to meet with the end I preferred.
“I didn’t sign up to get her off. If she wanted that, she shouldn’t have gotten on her knees,” I said.
She shook her head quickly, and said, “So you only have oral sex? That seems . . .” She looked around the bar and waved her hand at me. “Unsatisfying? Inadequate?”
“No,” I said, scratching my jaw. She didn’t need to know an entire season had passed since I’d been inside a woman. “Not really. There’s always anal. I get plenty of that when I’m in the mood.”
She reared back and sent me a horrified glare. And there it was: her limit. “People are really into that these days, huh?” I shrugged and studied her cleavage. Her breasts were designed for fucking and licking and wasting entire days away. “You, sir, are operating in an entirely different league. That’s wild.”
“Yeah, and while we could debate this for hours, it’s your turn.”
“So you do understand reciprocity. Fascinating.” She smirked. I didn’t know what to do with a woman who both had the chops to spar with me and willingly elected to do so. “Never have I ever had a threesome.”
So I kept pushing. “Again—but you’d like to.”
“Is this some special gift you think you have? A random form of clairvoyance that you peddle to innocent, unsuspecting women?” she asked. She smacked my leg, keeping her hand on my thigh, but didn’t notice that I evaded the question. “And no, that’s not what I’m suggesting at all.”
“It wouldn’t be that difficult to guess what youarelooking for,” I said, my gaze moving over her body longer than necessary. This was entrapment. I was testing, baiting, willing her to kick me in the balls and tell me to fuck off, and I had no idea why I was doing it. “You want to make out with some girls and maybe get a little handsy, you want to get fucked somewhere not so private, you want two dicks in you at once, and you want to lie on a bed of rose petals and stare at the sky while someone eats your pussy. Throw in some kissing in the rain, and you’re good.”
I couldn’t tell whether she was blushing from my words, the alcohol, the heat, or some combination of the three. She gulped her drink and slammed her empty glass on the bar before meeting my eyes.
“Do you enjoy poking at me with all these things you say? I know you’re trying to make me laugh, but you’re being rude, you perv.”
“Not poking. Just teasing you.” I summoned the bartender for another round, appreciating her tits long enough to discern nipple rings under her t-shirt, and I felt every ounce of Tiel’s censorious glare when I turned back to her. I was right up against her limits, and this time, the look in her eyes told me to ease back. “I think you’d like some teasing.”
Tiel patted my leg twice and nodded. “It’s your turn.”
“Never have I ever been married. Not even close.”
Tiel looked away while she piled her hair on top of her head, securing a messy knot with the band on her wrist. Her silence was a gust of arctic air, and I wanted to pull her hands from her hair and search her fingers for rings. I might be a manwhore but I didnottalk to another man’s wife about blowjobs and threesomes.
It didn’t matter whether I was asking her to choke on my cock or not. And I wasn’t—at least not right now—but it wasn’t a line I’d willingly cross. “Areyou. . . married?”
“Was.” She looped stray wisps of hair through the band and focused on the fresh martini sitting in front of her.
“Okay. Your turn to explain that to me,” I said.
She threw my words right back at me. “Not much to explain.”
I gestured up and down her body, my head shaking. She was young and beautiful, spirited and fun. So much fun. I couldn’t imagine generating the kind of enthusiasm that seemed to spring from Tiel without effort. “You couldn’t have been married that long. What are you? Twenty-five? Twenty-four?”
She offered a serene smile, pressed her palm to her chest, and said, “Twenty-nine. But thank you, you’ve made my tender ego purr with satisfaction tonight.”
“How are you older than me?” I stared at Tiel, her words feeling oddly provocative despite the intimate tenor of our conversation. “Maybe I’m morbid but I want to know what went wrong.”
She frowned and looked out over the crowd. “You know when you’re young, like eighteen, nineteen, twenty, and everything seems so fucking important? Like you’re the center of the universe?”
I nodded. I spent those years acquainting myself with a significant quantity of pussy. My cock was the center of the universe then, and I couldn’t say much had changed since. “I think so.”
“So I went to New York City for college, to Juilliard—”
