“You’re a firefighter?” I ask.
Colby confirms he is and we talk for several minutes about his deep passion for his job, which, he explains, he’s temporarily on medical leave from because of “an accident” he had on the job earlier this year. I’m curious to find out more about that, but something in Colby’s tone of voice tells me not to ask him for details, so I refrain.
After a bit, Colby excuses himself to use the restroom and, the minute he slips away, I realize everyone else but Ryan has wandered away, too.
Ryan leans into my ear and whispers, “Man, I can’t stop thinking about what I’m gonna do to you tonight.”
I’m tingling all over at Ryan’s words, but I adopt an expression of complete disinterest. “Like I keep telling you, there’s not gonna be a Round Two, Romeo.”
“I bet you’re already soaking wet for me,” Ryan whispers. “I wish I could slip my hand up your dress and inside your panties to find out.”
Whoosh.Just like that, blood is flooding my crotch. “I need a drink,” I say, and, without another word, I beeline to the bar.
Without missing a beat, Ryan walks alongside me.
“I wasn’t inviting you to join me,” I whisper. “I was giving you the brush-off.”
“Can I be perfectly honest with you?”
“I don’t know, Ryan, can you?”
“I feel addicted to you. I can’t stop thinking about how much I wanna taste you again.” He licks his lips.
“That’s so weird because I’m not thinking about you at all.”
“You look especially beautiful tonight.”
“You look especially like a liar tonight.”
“What does a liar look like?”
“Hell if I know. And that right there’s my biggest problem in life.”
We reach the bar and place our orders.
Ryan leans forward and whispers in my ear. “I can’t stop thinking about how sweet you tasted. And how incredible you felt when I was inside you. It’s like you were made for me. And when you came around my cock? Oh my God, I thought I was gonna pass out from sheer pleasure. So hot.”
“Glad I could make your day. Now leave me alone.”
He’s absolutely unfazed. “Now that I’ve learned a bit about your cues and sounds, I’m gonna go for six next time.”
I look at him quizzically. “Six?”
“Orgasms. For you. At least six. Maybe seven. Depends if I can hold on long enough. A guy’s gotta have aspirations, right?”
I feel my cheeks flush. I’d never tell Ryan this, of course, but the fact that he brought me to climax more than once was a first for me—a truly mind-blowing first. I’ve heard about other women climaxing repeatedly during a single sexual encounter, of course, but, prior to Ryan, it’s never happened to me, even when I’ve been really turned on and into a guy—and I’ve certainly never had an orgasm during intercourse itself. But, man, oh man, did Ryan flip some crazy switch inside me. And it wasn’t just that I came multiple times that’s got me so freaking sexed-up right now, it’s how hard I came. Good lord, it was like nothing I’ve experienced before—like my prior sexual partners have been little leaguers and I finally got to The Show. “Six would be impossible,” I say.
“Challenge accepted,” Ryan says smoothly.
“I’ve never come close to that number,” I say.
“Only because you haven’t been with me,” he says.
I open and close my mouth. Shit. Could he be right about that? Is he literally the only guy in the world who knows how to flip my switch? If so, God help me and any future guy I might sleep with because I don’t think I’ll be able to settle for anything less for the rest of my life.
“What’s your record during one session?” he asks.
I take a gulp of my drink.
