“I’ll just call down to the front desk,” John says. “Have them send condoms up.”
He reaches for the phone, and I have all of half a second to make a decision.
“I don’t know what’s going on on your end, but I promise you, I don’t have anything. When I got sick, they had to test for everything, and this is the first time since . . .” I don’t know why this one thing has my nerves flaring, like the fact I haven’t had sex in almost a year sets me right back to blushing virgin, but all I do is shrug, and he seems to understand.
“I get physicals constantly. For work.” Which has me wondering what kind of movies he acts in, but I don’t ask. I’ll take it as a win if I’m fucking a porn star.
Hey, I’m fucking a porn star, and he’s fucking an escort. Fancy that.
“But I’m not looking to get you pregnant either.”
“You can’t. Like, when I was sick, they had to . . . stuff doesn’t work anymore.” Another shrug, another thing I don’t want to talk about with him. “Never mind, I shouldn’t havesaid anything. We don’t know each other. It’s weird I even said that.”
He presses his hand to my cheek to pivot my head to look at him again. He lands a kiss on my lips, a surprisingly sweet one, but I feel the urgency in it.
“Not weird at all. I think . . . I know I’m good, and I trust you. Let’sdo it.”
Chapter 5
Blaise
Gammy’s given me a lot of advice. She’s gotten really personal about a lot of things I wish she hadn’t. But she’s always skirted around the sex stuff, beyond the insistence that I get checked out regularly, long before the NFL required periodic screenings along with the regular physical stuff. They’re nothing if not thorough.
But Gammy sat me down when I was twelve and said, “Honey Bear, you’re going to be a star. You already are one, and you’re just going to grow brighter and brighter. It’s going to get to your head, and you’re going to do a lot of stupid stuff I won’t be able to stop you from, because you’re going to think you’re a god. But you have relations with a girl and you don’t have a condom on, your penis is going to shrivel up and fall off. Maybe not the first time, but it’s going to happen. And she’s going to have your baby and steal all your money untilyou got nothing left, and then she’s going to abandon that baby.”
I knew there was a ton of exaggeration in that, but I believed her anyway, and to this day, I think about that every time I start to have a stupid idea. My dick’s not going to shrivel up and fall offprobably. I’m not going to get the girl pregnantprobably. If I do, she’s not going to steal all my money and abandon the babyprobably. But there’s an outside chance that it might happen, and I’ve seen a lot of crazy shit on and off the football field thatprobablywon’t happen but does.
Never fucked a girl without a condom. Never even had a second thought about it.
Nothing Trixie’s told me so far has indicated how she’s in a room even bigger than mine. I have this concern in the back of my mind that there’s a boyfriend or some guy who thinks he’s her boyfriend who’s going to barge in on us and start some shit. Hell, I’m concerned the cops are going to barge in. She seems to be thinking clearly now, but an hour ago, the carpet was dancing. I have no idea how LSD works; she could still be tripping balls for all I know, which means she can’t give consent.
But I trust her. I don’t know. And I want to give her what she needs.
“Take those off,” I say with a nod to her white panties. “You want this dick, you better be wet and ready.”
She doesn’t balk, no hesitation at the fact I’ve just made it clear I will not be showing her the same attention she’s shown me. Do I want to go down on her? Just devour that pussy until she comes all over my tongue? Without question. But that’s not the game we’re playing. She stares me down as she slips her hands underneath the waistband and lowers her panties.
I cock my head to the side at the unexpected sight beneath. I was casually wondering if she’d have bush or not, if I’d be able to guess her natural hair color from it because she’s wearing that wig and her eyebrows are drawn on. But even when she steps out of her panties and drapes them on a chair, I have no idea. “Trixie, you got panties on under your panties.”
She giggles, but she has a raspy voice, and the giggle isn’t a high pitch. It’s a sultry hum. Husky. “Those weren’t panties. Those were bloomers.”
“Right, yeah, I know. That was a joke.” I’ve had myself a cheerleader or two. I know what bloomers are. I just didn’t realize they got worn under superhero costumes, and now I’m thinking I really do need to hire someone to do next year’s costumes. I can get that name from Denny, support a local artist and shit. Maybe wear something that I can actually be photographed in so I can really get their name out there.
The head of PR has been pushing me to be more involved with philanthropy. That’s philanthropic as fuck.
Any thoughts of being a good boy shoot right out of my brain when she steps out of her actual panties, the crotch so damp I can see the thickness of it. She’s not quite so brash as I am with spreading her knees, but she doesn’t try to hide herself either. Smooth folds — hair color still a mystery — and her legs parted just enough that I can see a ripple of flush, juicy inner labia peeking out.
Fuck, I want to suck on that. Slurp it right into my mouth.
But I don’t have an opportunity to reevaluate. I have the thought, and then she’s approaching me, placing her hand on my chest as she places one heeled foot right on the bed next to me.
Fuck, she is every bit as brazen as I am, her thighs parting in the soft lighting of the chandelier above the bed, allowingher folds to part so I can see the entire length of her slit from her swollen clit down to her soaked pussy. She’s so close I can smell her. I can feel her heat, I can see that the flesh is so smooth and hairless, so flawless that she must have also gone to a professional.
I’m going to dive right into that. Fuck it.
And I almost do, plotting how I’m going to get the shoes and the stockings, the gloves and the corset off her so I can see every inch of her, but then her hand on my chest pushes me back.
I go willingly, watching with anticipation as she gets on her knees, straddling me. She takes her time torturing me, placing herself so high up that when she brings those incredible lips of hers to my jaw and rains kisses on me as she drops her ass down, I think she’s going to grind one out on my abs.
