“Yes, I love nineties music. I mean, what’s not to love? It’s catchy andallthe boy bands. I just wish I was a little older so I could have enjoyed the height of its popularity.”
“Who were your favorite bands?”
“You mean was I Backstreet Boys or N’Sync?”
He nods. “Think carefully. The quality of your next orgasm depends on it.”
This time it’s me who chokes on my food. “Oh really? An orgasm is an orgasm. So as long as it happens, I’m good.”
Levi gasps. “What? No, no, no, no. Not all orgasms are created the same.”
I put the rice carton down. “I need to hear this.”
He holds his ankles on his crossed legs and licks his lips. “Okay, you can’t tell me you get the same satisfaction from a quick session in the shower after a stressful day as you do when someone’s balls deep inside you, rubbing against your prostate with every move, building the tension up and up until you come in a toe-curling orgasm that kills half your brain cells and leaves you for dead.”
I purse my lips and shrug.
He stands up, pulling me with him.
“What are you doing?”
“Showing you,” he says with conviction.
“Showing me what?”
He pushes me backward until I hit the wall and then leans against me until I feel his hardness. My dick has been hard since our shower. I don’t think it can get any harder, but I could be wrong.
“Showing you what a toe-curling orgasm feels like,” he whispers in my ear.
I laugh and then give him a quick kiss to make up for it.
“I was messing with you,” I say.
“Fuck you, now I’m horny.”
17
LEVI
For the second time today,I drag Arlo into his bedroom.
Talking about orgasms and teasing him through dinner made me so horny that I don't think I'd be able to feign any interest in a movie or talking.
No, now is the time for earth-shattering, mind-blowing, toe-curling orgasms.
No pressure.
I stop when I get to the bed and sit down on the edge, pulling Arlo toward me.
“You have me where you want me. Now what?” Arlo asks, the corners of his mouth rising in a teasing smile.
He runs his fingers through my hair. I close my eyes as the drag of his blunt nails on my scalp sends waves of pleasure down my back.
“Now I want to savor you,” I say, pulling his sweats down until I'm met with a hard and heavy cock, begging for my attention. “I want to tease you until you've forgotten your name and don't know if you want to top or bottom.”
He leans against me as if my words are enough to make him lose his balance.
“Christ, Levi. The way you say that almost makes me a little scared I won't survive tonight.”
