Page 98 of Stags

She remembered what Bruin had said when they’d been together, that he fantasized about being with someone innocent, someone who didn’t know about sex, and she wondered if that would be hot for Stockton, too. “Maybe I might like it if you, um, taught me things?” She gave him a look she hoped was coy. “Because I’ve only done it once and I might need someone who knows what he’s doing to help me?”

He sucked in a breath. “Uhh…”

“If that was bad—”

“No,” he said, shaking his head. His voice dropped in pitch. “Like, teach you what sort of things?”

“I’ve never given a blow job,” she said. “Can you teach me that? Teach me how you like it?”

His lips parted and he simply gaped at her for a long moment.

She giggled. “What?”

“That was just really fucking hot,” he muttered.

She beamed.

“You won’t like it,” he said. “I don’t think girls like it. I can’t see how they would.”

She was quiet for a minute, and then she just said it. “Maibell didn’t like it?” Maibell was apparently a long shadow hanging over them, after all. Why not just face it?

He touched the point of one of his antlers. “Uh, she was not a big fan. But we don’t have to keep talking about her.”

“I think we probably will have to keep talking about her, actually, and we might as well just get used to it.” She shrugged, making a helpless face.

“Well, I’d rather not talk about her,” he said. “So, back to, uh, to teaching you.” His voice cracked a little on the word “teaching.”

She smiled at him. She couldn’t help it. “Yeah, back to that.” She was starting to feel a gathering of warmth in her belly, in her groin. “I could get on the floor and kneel down?”

He coughed, his face turning red. “You, uh, you could, but you should know, that’s not necessary, you know, strictly necessary.”

“You want me to?”

He ran his fingers nervously over his antlers. “I can’t ask you to do that, Rora.”

She got down on the floor, on her knees, right in front of him.

He let out a very noisy breath. “I don’t fucking deserve you,” he said in a very tight voice.

She grinned. “Well, we’ll see if you say that if I’m any good.”

“No, no, I’m going to help you,” he said softly. “You’ll be fine. And then, when I return the favor, you will help me, yeah? Because, like, with Maibell—maybe you’re right, we’re just going to keep talking about her—she said I sucked at it, and that she thought she probably sucked on going down on me and then we just didn’t do it to each other anymore. So, I’m going to need assistance, too, that’s all I’m—”

She unzipped him.

His voice stopped entirely.

She grinned up at him.

He swallowed visibly.

She tried to get his dick out through the zipper, but he was crazy hard and crazy huge—sun and moon, he was bigger than Bruin had been, thicker and longer. Oh, wow, so she had thought Bruin was big, but this…

She had to unbutton him to get him out entirely, and he puffed and flushed and sighed, but justlether.

“Am I doing okay?” she asked him.

“Uh, yeah, uh huh,” he said softly.

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