Isaiah reached for me, stroking my hair again. I grew still, looking at him.
“Feel better?” he asked.
I nodded.
“You’re not broken, Hailey, no matter what you think.”
I shook my head. “I couldn’t orgasm.”
“It’s not that your body couldn’t. You got really into it. Hell, I’m still hard from how hot you were. Your cunt was dripping for me.”
Heat flooded my cheeks.
His hand stilled, and he tapped a finger against my forehead. “It was your head that couldn’t get on board. You couldn’t let go enough to get there. That could just be an overthinking problem. Or it could have been me.”
“You?” My eyes widened. “No. You made me feel so good. I’ve never gotten that close before.”
His smirk rose, and his eyes lightened. “Thanks. I needed the ego stroke. I didn’t mean my technique, though. You don’tknow me.” He shrugged, pulling away. “Some people need to really know their partners first. Like a trust thing.”
My stomach tensed. I’d had that thought before.
“If that’s the case, hookups like this might not work for you. Not everyone is cut out for casual.” He rolled to the end of the bed, reaching for his shoes. “You should look up demisexuality, just in case.”
I frowned at him. “But I can’t come with Neil, either. I’ve known him most of my life.”
“With him, it’s probably technique,” Isaiah said with a snort. “I doubt that guy gives a shit about anyone but himself. Which brings up the trust thing. Maybe you’ve never really trusted him with your body?”
My mind blanked at the suggestion.
Isaiah stood, looking put together again.
I still felt wet between my legs. Bare. “M-My underwear?” I asked, searching the bed.
Isaiah patted his pocket, grinning at me. “I’m keeping them. Is that okay?”
He wanted to keep my underwear? I blinked at him, clenching between my legs.
His grin spread wider. “I think that made you hot. Am I right?”
I blew out my breath, looking away.
He laughed. “Where’s your phone?”
“My phone?” I shifted over to the side of the bed, reaching toward the ground for my purse.
“Fuck, you tempt me,” Isaiah murmured.
Realizing I’d nearly flashed him, I sat up, nerves twisting. I took out my phone, seeing a message from Neil. He definitively hadn’t waited. Unlocking the phone, I handed it to Isaiah.
He put his number in it. “If you want to try this again, reach out. No boyfriend, though. And I only do casual.” He handed over the phone. “Don’t you go falling for me and getting your heart broken.”
I shook my head, watching him walk to the door and take off the hotel lock. “Goodbye, Hailey,” he said, closing it behind him.
I flopped to my back, staring up at the ceiling. Was I demisexual? I’d heard the term before but hadn’t related it to myself. I pulled it up on my phone. It seemed to be about attraction. A person who didn’t feel sexually attracted to someone until they had an emotional connection.
I remembered checking out Isaiah’s ass at the bar. Attraction hadn’t been the problem. And, as he said, I got more than wet enough. I just couldn’t come.
It was a head thing, then. I needed to trust someone enough to let go. Something I couldn’t even do after being with Neil for a dozen years.
