“Shelby!” he yells with a grin. “You slut.”
“I am not!” I argue.
“What else?”
Trying to remain casual, I add, “And I swapped BJs with a guy in my cast. It was nothing.”
“It doesn’t sound like nothing,” he replies.
His laughter turns tense and his smile starts to falter. Or maybe I’m seeing things.
So I add, “But that’s all. They weren’t that great, and I’m still a virgin, in the traditional sense.”
The waves continue to fill the silence as Declan cracks open another beer and takes a long drink. He appears contemplative, a look I’ve seen before. I wonder if he’s thinking about me with those other guys. I wonder if he’s jealous. Call it wishful thinking.
Then, from seemingly out of nowhere, he asks, “Do you remember that night in Ireland?”
I assume he’s talking about the night he crawled into my bed and sucked my dick, and to be honest, I’m surprised he’s bringing it up. Here I thought I’d have to be the one to start the conversation. “Yes, of course.”
“Did you like that?” he asks. “When I…”
“Uh…yeah,” I stammer with confusion.
“I’m not talking about sucking your cock, Shelby. Of course you liked that,” he says as he rolls his eyes. “No, I mean when I called you mine? I treated you like a thing that belonged to me. Did you…like that?” He won’t look at me as he speaks. He just stares out at the ocean with a beer in his hand. My cock twitches in my shorts at the mere mention of being hisproperty.
“Didyou?” I ask.
Finally, he glances my way. Staring into my eyes, he replies, “Yes.”
I can practically feel my pulse as the blood courses through my veins. After forcing myself to swallow, I answer his question. “So did I. I liked it a lot.”
“What the fuck does it mean?” he asks like we’re trying to figure out something mundane and ordinary instead of understanding a deeply rooted kink we both discovered with each other.
“I think it means…” My voice trails. “That I would do whatever you tell me to.”
“Anything?”
I shrug. “Within reason. Unless I really don’t want to.”
“And you’d like that?” he asks.
I’m shaking deep within my bones, a tremble of excitement and anticipation under my skin. We’ve never really spoken like this before. For so long we’ve danced around the topics of sex together and treated it like swapping favors. Like it’s just a normal thing friends do.
But now…we’re discussing something deeper. Something far too erotic to discuss so casually. If we go down this road, there is no going back.
“Yes,” I reply without having to even think about it.
He pauses for a moment; then he sticks his beer bottle in the sand and moves to stand. “Get up,” he says assertively, and I move quickly, eager to obey. Once I’m toe-to-toe with him, he doesn’tdo anything for a while. He just stares at me as if he’s appreciating me. His eyes rake over my face and down my neck and chest.
There is an all-consuming desire within me to please him. To be what he wants. To be what heneeds.
When he rests his fingers on my chest, I nearly gasp in surprise. And I don’t move as he slowly traces my pec up to my clavicle and over to my shoulder, then down my arm. Chills break out in the wake of his touch.
“I don’t like thinking about you with other guys,” he says quietly as he stares at my chest.
“Why not?”
“Because I do feel like you’re mine. And I don’t know if they’re treating you right or hurting you or taking advantage of you.”
