Those phrases were fine, but the truth was, I’d read a few erotic stories over the years. I know the most common method for teenage boys was to wank to a porn vid, and sure, videos were great, but I’d always liked the way stories allowed you to use your imagination. You could find the exact story that appealed to you. You could immerse yourself in a scenario that would be impossible for a porn studio to film. You could imagine the characters to be as hot as you liked. To have the exact appearance you preferred. For me, I always imagined the guy to be tall, and lean, with black hair and dark eyes, and an infuriating cockiness about him that just —
AND ANYWAY. The woman in the stories would be super hot, with huge boobs and a tiny waist and a big ass. Yeah.
“Okay,” I said. “Dirty talk. Easy peasy.”
“Good,” Taylor replied. “Glad to see that you’re cooperating without causing a fuss.”
I ignored that. “So, why are our pants off, then?”
He smiled, which made my heart stop for a second. Every time he smiled like that, I knew something bad was about to happen.
“First to get hard loses.”
I frowned. “What? That’s stupid.”
“How’s it stupid?”
“Because our dirty talk is meant to appeal to women.We’d be saying stuff that turns them on, not another guy. You clearly haven’t thought this through. And besides, isn’t this whole thing a little…” I paused. “Gay?”
Taylor laughed at that. A full on, head-tipped-back laugh. “Oh, Archie,” he said. “Is your masculinity so fragile that you’re worried everything is gay? We’re not even touching each other. There’s nothing to worry about. Look. You can’t even see my dick. Unless…” That horrible, mischievous smile again. “You want to?”
“I’d rather wash my eyes out with bleach,” I said in a deadpan voice.
“As for your first concern,” Taylor continued, ignoring me, “if you really had a filthy mouth, you’d be able to turn on a guy as well.”
“Hmph. Well, I’m warning you, there’s no way your voice is going to get me hard.”
“Sure.”
“I’m serious. Your voice is like nails on a chalkboard.”
“Yeah, yeah, whatever. Let’s get started already. I’m tired and want to go to bed. In mynewbedroom.”
“Keep dreaming.” I took a deep breath.I could do this.“Okay. I’m ready.”
“We’ll take turns,” Taylor said. “Do you want to go first?”
“No. You.”
“Okay.” Taylor leaned against the back of the couch, and dragged his eyes slowly over my body, as if he weredevouring me.
I fought the urge to shiver. Or cover myself up. He was only looking at me like he was starving and I was a cherry pie because that was the game. He was trying to make me feel…desirable. As if he actually wanted to devour me. Sleep with me. Fuck me.
“I’ve thought you were hot since forever,” he began, his voice soft and slow like honey. “You don’t know how long I’ve wanted this. If only you were naked. If only I could see your cock —”
“Wait a second,” I interrupted. “Isn’t the whole point to see who’s better at dirty talk when sleeping with women? What’s with all the talk about my…male genitalia?”
He gave me a dry look. “If I start talking about your sopping wet pussy, that isn’t going to work, is it? Jeez.”
“So we’re going to talk about…each other? I was right! This is so totally gay.”
“Just shut up and let me continue,” he snapped. He let out a long, irritated sigh and closed his eyes.
A long moment passed. I wondered if he had given up, but then his eyes snapped open. He didn’t look relaxed anymore. He looked intense. Almost…scary.
“I’ve been obsessed with you since the beginning of high school,” he said. “If you only knew what you did to me. If you only knew what I would do for you.”
What was this? He was trying to play with my mind, I knew that, I knew everything he was saying was bullshit,and yet my skin heated.
