Page 102 of Talk Nerdy To Me
Chapter 30
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Britt brushes out her wet hair as I groan at the sex playlist on her phone.
“These are not sexy songs,” I tell her as she gives me recovery time.
Gives me recovery time.
“They all talk about sex,” she argues as she moves across the room in nothing but my shirt. “And we still haven’t used anything from my sex tote.”
I’m lying on the bed, completely exhausted, and she’s finished her second shower of the day, preparing for round three.
“Sex tote?” I ask with a growing smile as I tug her back down on the bed with me.
Her cheeks go a little red, something that has happened a lot over the past few hours, and she clears her throat as she stares at my chest.
“It has scented candles, candy underwear, and other things like that. I wanted to be prepared.”
She gives a firm nod before looking up at my eyes so sincerely, and I drop my head back as I hold in the laughter.
“Candy underwear?” I ask around the laugh that just can’t be contained.
“It seemed like an interesting way to lead into oral,” she states matter-of-factly.
My laugh turns into a groan, and though my dick should be down for the count, the blood begins rushing south just with the thought of playing with her sex tote.
“Still not sore?” I ask as I kiss her shoulder, wondering if I’m that good or if I’m going to be ridiculed for being incapable of leaving a virgin sore and sated.
“Not really,” she says quietly as I start kissing a line down her neck.
Let’s Get It On starts playing, and I laugh into the crook of her neck, just because I find it adorably cheesy that she has this on her sex playlist.
“This song? Really, Britt?”
Her eyes turn big and very confused as I drop back to the bed, shaking the whole bed with the rest of my choked laughter.
“What? This song is on some popular movies where the sex is new and important,” she says very seriously.
I pull her to me, and ignore the music as she straddles me, her lips seeking mine with more confidence as she melts against me. My hand slides through the long, soft strands of her damp hair as I sit up, cradling her face as I kiss her back.
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“You shouldn’t have pulled the new music from the set we did. Essentially, they said they can’t play us there again, because we just aren’t the type of sound they’re looking for. We’ve always got Silk, though. Don’t fuck that up by breaking Dane’s only sister’s heart,” Sticks says on a frustrated sound over speaker phone.
“You broke my hymen. Not my heart,” Britt says conversationally as she brings in two bottles of water and drops down on her bed beside me.
“For fuck’s sake, man. Seriously?” Sticks groans.
“I regret putting you on speaker. I told you that you were on speaker,” I point out as Britt curls up next to me, drinking her water.
“When are we practicing?” he asks like he’s exasperated with me.
“I’ll be by after we finish up something Britt has to do for Maverick, and I’m dropping her by campus for her to take some smart girl tests for supreme-being stuff.”
She just gives me a dubious look before returning to what she’s doing.
“We haven’t practiced any of the newer songs you want to showcase at Silk. It’s time to be less secretive, man. We’re all getting anxious, and it just isn’t working out our way with the old tracks.”
