Austin doesn’t reply right away. “Not tonight,” she finally says. “I’ve already taken my makeup off.”
“You think I give a fuck if you’re wearing that shit?”
“And my clothes.”
I couldn’t really argue with that, considering that also didn’t bode well for my No Knocking Boots plan, but the idea of her naked was already waking my dick up.
“Why are your clothes off?” I ask, and my voice sounds ridiculously pouty for a 32-year-old man.
“I sleep naked.” Her flirty tone is back, the real one this time.
I groan and she giggles. I’ve never heard Austin giggle before. I wonder what it would look like in person. The sound of it alone makes me smile again.
“Then why’d you call me if you were trying to sleep?”
She hums. “I was in the middle of a little wind-down activity, actually. You and I do it the opposite. You jack off to keep yourself up. I play with myself to wind down.”
Fuck. “There’s no way doing that winds you down.”
“Sounds like you’re not having very good orgasms, Rancher. I get so boneless and melty when I come. It makes for the best sleep. There’s been a time or two I’ve fallen asleep before I even turned my vibrator off. It’s just laying there, dead as a doornail on my bed when I wake up.”
I have so many questions and none of them are appropriate to ask her. I can’t think of a single time I came and was that exhausted by it. Honestly, that sounds like a headache. Getting rid of morning wood just to want to fall right back to sleep? But then, I imagine there’s a lot of difference between a hand and a vibrator in the orgasm department.
“Rest in peace, I broke him. At least he died doing what he loved: listening to his favorite cam girl talk about getting off.”
“I’m not dead,” I huff, clearing my throat to get rid of the rasp in my voice. Austin just laughs at me some more. “You never looked ‘boneless’ when you did it on the site.”
Austin snorts. “Half of those orgasms were fake, Maddox.”
I stay silent to avoid asking the question I really, really wanna fucking ask since it might just kill me if I don’t like the answer. I think her eyesweresort of… glazed over and tired-looking the only time I saw her face through the camera, but I was pretty focused on the identity clusterfuck so I don’t remember all of the details perfectly.
“No, none of the ones with you were,” she answers, reading my mind anyway. My breath of relief must be audible to her because she snorts again, following it up with a mumbled, “Men, I swear.”
I can’t even get offended because she was right that I was wondering.
“It’s because you always chose the vibrators that have clit stimulation and the rest of them don’t. It’s not a testament to your voice or anything.”
I grin because it damn sure is a testament to my voice if she feels the need to get defensive. “Alright, Tex, whatever you say.”
“I’m finding it hard to believe you’ve never seen a woman looking sleepy after she comes,” she says, ignoring me so that she can continue on with her favorite pastime of poking fun instead.
“I don’t see many women come,” I admit, wracking my brain for when the last time I stayed past the orgasm was. I don’t fuck around a lot and when I do, it’s pretty point-blank.
Austin busts out laughing. “Damn, Rancher, I didn’t think you werethatbad.”
I’m lost for a second until I mentally backtrack on the conversation and realize what I’d said while my mind was elsewhere. “Shut up. I meant I don’t have a lot of sex. When I have sex, they come, Tex,” I assure her, though now I’m kind of wondering.
“Sure, Maddie,” she teases.
“They do. Just not like… that. Which means they’re faking it like you did on your shows or you’re fucking with me about all of this.”
She hums. “Probably faking it,” she agrees with no sympathy at all, and I can’t tell if she’s joking or not. “But back to what’s important. What do you mean, you don’t have a lot of sex?”
“I don’t know how it could mean anything but what I said.”
“How often? When was the last time?”
“And you talk aboutmekeeping tabs onyou,” I joke, realizing too late that maybe telling the woman I’m into that I’m apparently not great in bed wasn’t the way to go. Though it benefits the plan, I guess. “I don’t know. A year or two ago.”
