I look up at him through my lashes, deciding not to give him another inch. “Is that one of your questions?”
He narrows his eyes, thinking about it way too hard. “No, but I reserve the right to revisit.”
“Alright. Go on then.”
He drops to his knees, parting my legs wider with his massive shoulders. He drapes his arms over my thighs, putting his hands on top while studying me.
I swallow hard.
What the fuck is he doing?
Is he trying to intimidate me? Turn me on?
He rests his chin on my knee, and after what feels like an eternity, he speaks. “What’s your favorite way to get off and why?”
I suck in a breath, trying to act normal about this. Wolfe knows me better than anyone, knows all about my sexcapades, and probably knows the name of every guy I’ve hooked up with better than I do. He notices everything and remembers details no one else does. We talk about everything, except this. Fantasy and actual details around sex are the only parts of each other we haven’t gotten into.
I feel more naked than I did with my dick in his hand. At least when he was stroking me off, I was in a lust fog. This, I have to do sober.
He waits, not pressuring me.
“With another person or by myself?” It makes a difference.
“You have to decide what’s your favorite. I can’t answer if that’s with a person or without.”
I put my hands on top of his. I’m over thinking this. If there wasn’t sex involved, I’d tell him anything. Every aspect of a one-night stand. I love that he knows me almost better than I know myself.
“A deep, deep prostate orgasm.”
“Why?”
I could tell him that’s a second question, but I don’t want to argue, and I find it pretty hot. He wants to know in a strange way. Maybe that’s stupid of me.
“It’s buried inside, and it radiates through my cock, but also through the rest of my body. I’ve never done it without also touching my cock, but I’m sure it’s even better hands-free.” I’m getting hard just talking about it.
“That’s with someone, right?” His question is almost hesitant.
“In theory, this could be done with someone else, but I’ve never had anyone who could get it right. So I’ve only experienced it by myself.”
“Which part?” Wolfe is engaged and interested.
Is this morbid curiosity, or is he asking for some reason? “What do you mean?”
“Have you never had someone give you that type of orgasm, or never had someone make you go hands-free?” The way Wolfe says it is so fucking sexy. It should not be allowed for him to talk about any of this, and it’s not even directed at me, like he’s actually interested.
I’m so fucked when it comes to him.
“Both.” I pause, wondering if I should even tell him this, but fuck it.
He makes a face like he doesn’t quite believe it. “Dudes doing you dirty? No one trying hard enough? It can’t be that hard.”
I laugh because what else can I do? What even is my life? “I’m over six feet tall and a ‘jock,’ baby.”
“So?”
He’s such a little innocent bean, Christ.
“In gay dating spaces, that defaults me to top for most hookups. Guys just assume that’s what you want, and honestly, I’m not going to be into a guy way smaller than me trying to manhandle me. It takes me out of the fantasy. So I end up topping a lot.” I shrug. “I’m not complaining. It’s fine, and really, I’m picky about who I allow to top me.”
