“Oh, it matters, Wren. It matters that I find all of your G-spots and that I work them all.”
“Oh…um…” I chew on my lip. “Okay, then…” I nod. “Fine.” My voice is choked. Is he for real? “In that case, you can bend me like a pretzel.”
He smiles, but it quickly turns serious. “Oh, and shit…are you on birth control?”
“Yes…I am.”
“Are you sure, because I could go and find condoms. I know for a fact that they have them here somewhere. We encourage Tributes to practice safe sex. It—”
“I get an injection every six months that prevents pregnancy. I went in not even six weeks ago for my last shot, so we’re good. Unless you would prefer to use a condom.”
He looks angry again. He seems to bristle. “I would prefer bareback. I’d like to feel your wet pussy against my cock…skin to skin.”
“Holy shit, Grim. If you keep talking like that, I’m going to come before you even touch me.”
I’m vibrating with need.
His chest rises and falls in quick succession. I think he feels the same as I do, which is good.
“What about anal sex?”
“What about it?” Now I’m panicking a little. “Have you…um done that before? Do you like to have anal…um…sex? Don’t answer any of that. Do you want to have anal sex with me?” I shake my head. “No, don’t answer that either. I don’t think we need to go there. Surely it hurts. Is it good for a guy? I mean, giving anal, not receiving.” I put a hand over my face, which is hot. “Forget I said all of that. I just…it’s…no one has ever asked me that before. That’s all.”
He chuckles. “We don’t have to have anal sex, Wren. I thought I would check. Some females like it, that’s all.”
I heave a sigh of relief. “Okay…good.”
“What about touching your ass?”
“My ass? Or my…? Do we have to talk about all of this? Can’t we just do it?”
“Yes, we have to talk about it. I don’t want to assume you’re okay with something when you’re not,” he growls. “I want you to enjoy yourself. I’m not going to put you into missionary position and gently coax a mediocre orgasm out of you. That’s not me.”
“I will enjoy myself.”
“I know you will, I’ll make sure of it. I’m talking about your asshole, Wren. Can I touch it during sex?”
“Why would you want to…?” My face is on fire.
“Yes, or no. I think you should consider letting me touch you there. It won’t hurt. You’ll fucking love it, I swear.”
“Okay…yes…fine.” What am I even agreeing to? I should say no.
“You sure?” He lifts his brows.
“Yes.” I nod, sounding certain. I’m a sicko. It’s official. I want my butthole touched during sex.
“Can I spank you?”
“What?” My eyes go wide. “You seriously want to spank me? How is that sexy?”
“Pain and pleasure go hand in hand. A little pain makes for greater pleasure…I promise you.”
“Can I spank you?” I ask him.
He laughs, and I love the sound of it.
“I doubt you could do it hard enough to have any effect, but you would be most welcome to spank me as much as you want. You can do whatever you want to me.”
