She only knew that when he started talking again she had the urge to put her fingers in her ears.
“Of courseI do those things. Having your cock sucked is fucking amazing,” he said, which was absolutely fine. But then he kept going. He kept going. “Theheatand theslicknessand her looking up at you as she works it with her hands and lips and tongue. Especially the tongue. The tongue is the best part. Watching it curl right around the—”
“Well, okay, it sounds cool when you put it that way.”
God her voice sounded loud. And too fast again, too.
All her words practically jumbled together.
“I don’t know what other way it could possiblybe.”
“How abouthold still while I fuck your face? Some guy coming right in your eye? Losing a chunk of hair because he pulled too hard?”
“You’re not serious. Tell me honestly. None of that happened.”
Nowhis voice was bright with amusement.
But it didn’t make her feel any better.
“All of that happened. To me. More than once.”
“Yeah butafter…”
“After what?”
“After he came then he…”
He made a circle with his hand, as though she should know that one thing logically followed on from the other. It was all completely easy and obvious.
Instead of the hardest quiz she had ever had to get through.
“Then hewhat? Gave me cab fare?”
“No. No. After that thenthishappens.”
She glanced at the thing he was pointing at.
Then had to look away again, quick. At her hands, at the bedspread.
At him, as he oh-so-slowly realized what her sudden awkwardness meant.
“This has never happened to you. Holy shit. You’ve never had a guy go down on you.”
“Ihavehad a guy go down on me. I totally have.”
“Are you sure about that? You don’t look sure.”
“Well, maybe not likethis.”
“There’s no other way to do it. This is actually the most basic, ordinary way to go about eating pussy.”
“Yeah, but this seems really exciting and sexy and hot.”
“Going down on a girlisreally exciting and sexy and hot. Like I said about giving a guy head? Exactly the same principle. You get to see her writhe and shake and push herself against your mouth. Just like that, just like Sarandon is doing. Look at her. Look at her.”
“I am. I am looking,” she said, but she wasn’t, not really.
She was thinking of the shiver that had gone through her when he saidlook,soft as butter and so oddly tender. And the way that he was looking himself, eyes almost far away.
