I should have known given the activity we just had.
And I know there is going to be no escaping it. Wilder won’t let me, so I might as well just live in it.
“Favorite sexual fantasy? Umm…I don’t know, coming while he’s inside me.”
Wilder has his drink halfway to his mouth when he pauses and then lowers his glass back down before leaning forward and saying, “Wait, that’s your fantasy?”
I shrug. “I know it’s not wild, but it would be nice to know what that feels like. I want myself coming over his cock, you know?”
Wilder’s eyes go wide as I sip my drink. “Jesus,” he mutters and shakes his head, sipping his drink as well.
“Are you judging me?”
“No,” he says. “I’m judging Matt.”
“Good answer.” I pick up a card and ask, “What’s your favorite type of porn to watch?” I set the card down and wait for his answer as I pick up a piece of cheese and eat it.
He smooths his hand over his jaw, thinking about it. “Uh, you know, I flock toward more of the sensual kind of porn. I don’t like anything fake, and I prefer when it seems like the couple actually knows and likes each other. Nothing too over-the-top.”
“Huh, didn’t think you’d answer that.”
“Why not?” he asks before drinking.
“I don’t know. You seem irritated with me.”
“I am irritated with you, but it doesn’t mean I’m not going to answer the question.”
“And why are you irritated with me?”
He leans in close and says, “Because we made out, and you acted like it meant nothing.”
“Did it mean something to you?”
He drags his tongue over his teeth and then says, “Scottie, I felt that fucking kiss through my entire fucking body.”
“Oh,” I say, unsure how to really reply to that, other than…same.
And I’m about to when he grabs a card and reads it out loud. “What do you think about when you masturbate?”
Oh, God, these questions are not what I was expecting.
“And don’t tell me you don’t masturbate. That’s a lie,” he says.
“I wouldn’t say that.” I give it some thought. “Umm, I don’t think I think about anything. I kind of just go for it and let my body feel the pleasure. That’s pretty much it.”
“And how do you masturbate?”
“You can’t ask two questions.”
He flashes the card to me. “It’s on the card.”
Damn it.
“Um, I mean, with my fingers.”
“That’s it?” he asks. “You don’t watch anything?”
I shake my head. “No, I like playing with my nipples first, teasing myself. And then I work my hand down between my legs where I’m ready, and then I just…circle around, you know?”
