I nod. I am.
We stare at each other for what feels like a solid ten minutes, but it was probably more like one. “I’m not comfortable….” I mean, the guy is sort of a slut. Or he was. How do I know if he’s always worn protection? Take right now, for example. He’s ready to go condom-free with me and it’s our first night.
“I’ve only ever gone bare with one other person.”
“One person?”Who was she?I’m dying to ask, but I don’t.
He nods.
Dylan and I quit using condoms after the first year. It was a risk, but I thought I was going to marry the ass. It doesn’t feel right with Luke, though. Not yet. “I, uh, think we should get tested before we do something like that.”
“Agreed.”
Still up on my knees, I look down at his hard dick. Reaching down, I wrap my hand around him, then look up at him. He gives me his trademark smirk, and I do what I need to do to make sure he gets his happy ending.
