“Okay, I got one.” He nodded. “Would you rather give five blowjobs a day OR have anal sex only once every two months?”
Koh’s brow rose as his expression turned amused. “Blowjobs. I don’t mind giving them anyway.”
“So what you’re saying is anal is that good that you don’t want to wait?”
He laughed. We’d been playing ‘would you rather’ for an hour. Our position got closer and sweeter, even as our questions became dirtier with every passing one.
“Yes.” He grinned. “Would you rather have sex blindfolded or handcuffed?”
“I feel like you’re just fishing for information now.”
He shrugged, his handsome face giving nothing away.
“I think I’d try either. Both will give a heightened feeling for the moment by cutting off one of your senses.”
“Not how you play the game, Had. Gotta choose.”
Sighing, I said, “Okay, blindfolded.”
His fingers stretched, flexing into mine as if they could connect more. His smile remained soft, and his eyes never left mine.
“Would you rather have sex in an extremely haunted place or an extremely dirty place?”
“Haunted all the way. If ghosts want to watch, then they can.”
“What if they want to touch?”
“We’ll have to set boundaries beforehand.”
I laughed, shaking my head.
“Oh! Would you rather always finish blowjobs with coming in their mouths or facials?”
Koh tilted his head. This was the first question that he took several minutes to consider. I laughed at that. It seemed like an easy question but apparently, he really enjoyed both.
“I’m realizing that we should have established a number of passes early on,” he said.
I laughed again. “Really that hard to decide?”
He nodded. “While there’s nothing like feeling a throat constrict around your cockhead as you let loose and they swallow it, there’s also something carnally satisfying to see your lover painted in your cum. Either way, you’re marking them. Making them reek of you. What do you think? Which would you choose if you had that choice?”
“Swallowing is less messy,” I said.
Kohara laughed, his eyes closing. “Practical answer. Figures.”
I shrugged. “Less clean up means you can start again later. Or better yet, have a sneaky snack and move on, none the wiser.”
His eyes heated up. “Would you rather loudly orgasm after every time you coughed or sneezed?”
* * *
“This one,”I said, shifting my phone so Tem could see it.
He snorted then squinted. The woman is facing the sun, wearing nothing but a shirt. She has her back to the camera and the shirt open wide, letting the sun show her curves through the shirt.
“But instead of the chick, I can just see the shape and outline of your half-hard cock.” I smiled, triumphantly.
Tem barked a laugh. “The world has seen enough of that already.”
