For the past week, I’ve been so neurotic about Lo being in college, surrounded by parties every night where the liquor never runs out (most of the time). I never thought he’d have fears about me.
Against better judgment, I scoot forward a little and nudge his foot with mine. At least, I hope it’s his foot. I can’t really tell through all the bubbles. “I’ll be fine,” I say confidently, “I’m always the one in control during sex. I call the shots.” It helps that I don’t drink since I usually need to drive Lo home afterwards. Last night we had Nola drop us off with the intention of going home at a reasonable hour without the cop lights flashing in the background. Oops.
“Do you even realize how small you are?” Lo asks in disbelief. “Honestly, Lil.”
I splash some bubbles in his face. “I’m big enough.”
“You’re ridiculously skinny and five-foot-five.I’mbig.”
My eyes drift down. Unintentional. At least I hope so. He’s already smiling again and my cheeks burn. “Can we move on?” I ask, partly whining. “I just don’t know what you want me to say.” He won’t tell me to stop, so there’s no use in revolving around this topic like some vomit-inducing carousel.
“No, I don’t want to move on,” he says roughly. “And I want you to convince me that I shouldn’t be nervous whenever you run off with a guy who looks like he could snap you in half.”
“If I can convince you, you’ll drop this subject for at least the rest of the year?” I ask, already thinking of what I could say…or do.
“Deal.”
“Fine,” I reply. “Then you act like the horny college guy?—”
“Not difficult.”
I roll my eyes. “And I’ll show you just how in control I am.”
He stares me down. “You do realize you’re naked.”
Oh…shit. I forgot.
“Which makes this even better,” he tells me. “More realistic, right?”
Right. But my heart has started to thud in my chest, also reminding me that this is real, but maybe it’s not. We are still kind of pretending. Good God. Alice in Wonderland had an easier fucking time discerning reality than me.
I give him a nod, and before I can process anything else, Lo reaches into the water and grabs my hurt foot. I don’t know where this is going. Maybe he’s worried about my ankle again. He gently takes it in his hands and then kisses the heel sweetly.
I’m so confused. How am I supposed to convince him I’m in control if he’s just kissing my foot?
His eyes meet mine, and they don’t break away, not as he leans in and puts his mouth around my toe. Holy shit. I can feel his tongue swirling around it, and then he starts sucking. I feel like someone lit me on fire. The bath does not help smother the flames.
When he licks the arch of my foot, I pull it right out of his hands.
His eyes rise accusingly. “You didn’t like that?” he asks, knowing full well I did.
“I don’t let them suck my toes,” I say.
“Let’s see what you do then,” he challenges.
I take the bait and edge closer, glad that the bubbles hide my body from view. He relaxes against the porcelain tub now, leaning back while I straddle his waist. He tries to sit up and take charge again, and I slam my hands against his chest. My mouth finds his neck and I start leaving a trail of kisses while my hips move back and forth over him. The hardness in his pants grows beneath me. I’m thankful he still wears his boxer-briefs even if I don’t have any clothes on. I just need to remember this is to prove a point.Nothing more.
Before he can make another move on me, my hand lowers to his cock and I grip it firmly but not too hard. He groans and leans back into the tub. I smile into my next kiss and start to massage outside his underwear. I’ve got this.
But then he grabs me by the waist and in a swift motion, I’m suddenly on the bottom. I try and jerk away but his fingers find my wrist and his other hand sinks beneath the waters and touches the spot in between my legs. I shudder inneed. My body just so damn confused at this point.
He leans in, his lips brushing my earlobe. “You’re in control?” he asks huskily. “Fight me.”
I try to push him off again, but he just pushes back, pinning me to the slippery tub. My slick, naked chest touches his and my mind can’t process anything but the wordsmoreandneed.
I know I’m losing.
“I can’t.”
