“Maybe you should ask why I’m still up.” My voice is low and suggestive.
He spins to face me. “That lumberjack did not spend the whole night fucking you! There’s no way.”
“Of course not.” I pause for dramatic effect cause I know how much he hates it. “I fucked him the whole night. And let me tell you, I am worn out in the best way.” I suggestively swirl my tongue around my straw.
“Slut,” he teases affectionately and pulls on a shirt.
“Oh no. Don’t get dressed on my account.” I’m not interested in Iz sexually, but he’s so easy to tease, and his cheeks turn such a pretty red.
“So the whole night, huh?”
I sigh happily and throw myself onto his bed. “He was so good. I even let him give me his number.”
“No way.” He gasps. “No way. You’re one-and-done. The queen of fucking and running.”
“I know. No one ties me down.” I roll over and crawl down the bed so I can see his face. “But he let me fuck him, and not only that, he loved it!”
“My little slut is growing up.” He pats my head and pulls his briefs on under the towel.
“You don’t need to be shy. I’ve seen your dick before,” I tease.
“Didn’t you get enough last night?” he teases me back and pulls on his pants.
“But you’re so fun to tease.” I roll over again, and my head flops off the edge of his bed. This position gives me a naughty idea. “Hey, come here for a minute.”
He steps closer to me, but he’s hesitant, so I reach out and hook his belt loops, pulling him close.
“It’s the perfect height.” He steps back, and I roll over again to sit with my head resting on my hands. “You ever face-fuck someone here?”
“No! I could never.” Iz gasps like a prude. The only thing missing is the clutching of his imaginary pearls.
“You’re missing out.” I shrug.
“I’m fine with being a pillow princess bottom.”
“You can be a pillow princess top. Let the bottom ride you.”
“I—” His mouth gapes open and his cheeks turn an adorable shade of red.
“There’s nothing like a tight hole squeezing around your dick.” I hum in pleasure. “Promise me you’ll at least try it sometime.”
“I-it’s not. I’m not… in charge. I couldn’t ask.”
“You’re missing out,” I say again.
“Have you ever bottomed before?” he accuses.
“Of course, but the alpha in me is too strong. He hates being mounted.” It’s true, I hate being topped in any area of my life.
“You’re reading too many shifter books.”
“Never!” I gasp.
Iz goes back into the bathroom. “What did you do last night?” I ask, and I hear him drop something loudly into the sink. “You were being kind of secretive.”
“Nothing, I just went out for a drink,” he stammers, and I get up to go look at him. He’s hiding something.
“By yourself?” I ask from the doorway.
