Page 20 of Bottle Rocket
She stared up at the pale wood ceiling. “I want to order you to jerk off and have complete control of when you come.” Leo laughed and scrawled it down. She continued, “I want a sex toy free-for-all. We can dump our toys out on the bed and go to town on each other.”
“Mmm, yes.”
“I’d love to have sex in public, but that’s scary to me. It’s irresponsible. I’d be fired so fast if I got caught.”
Leo chewed on the end of his eraser. “We might be able to figure out a way that feels dangerous but isn’t. Let’s not count it out, but we’ll make sure we aren’t putting you at risk.”
“Thanks.”
“I’d do about anything in the world you wanted. You get that, right?”
“I don’t want you to do anything you don’t enjoy,” she said.
Leo smiled and a ruddy blotch painted both of his cheeks. “Things I don’t enjoy? Tickling? I’m pretty easy. I don’t love paddles or whips, but I also don’t hate it, so we could try it.” He scratched the back of his neck. “I think, with you, my main request would be that we communicate and that you don’t leave immediately after sex. I want you to use me like a fuck toy, but I don’t want to actually be just a fuck toy. Does that make sense?”
Rosie’s heartbeat skipped. She’d been gaslit by Landon for so long, about his emotions and her own, that having an open conversation about boundaries and feelings was a revelation.
“It does.”
“What don’t you like? Anything I need to know?” Leo asked.
She had to think about it. She knew that sometimes she couldn’t come without a vibrator, but if she were worked up, she’d pop as easily as a balloon. She knew that she was very interested in exploring this power dynamic between them, but only in bed. She had no interest in anything too hardcore.
“If you’re going to fuck me, there has to be some preplanning,” she said.
“I can be a planner. Any reason why?”
She schooled her expression. This had been an iffy issue with her and Landon in the past. He hadn’t understood. “I get urinary tract infections easily after sex. Not every time, but often. It happened for the first time when you and I were together.”
That was thirteen years ago, but Rosie still remembered having to explain to the doctor that the sex seemed to prompt it. She didn’t realize at the time that it was a common issue.
“Okay. What can we do to mitigate it? We don’t have to have P-in-V sex.”
“No!” Rosie’s vehemence made them both laugh. “I want to if you want to. I have antibiotics I take after sex to prevent infections, which means we can’t do it if I don’t have them with me. Oh, and they make my birth control less effective, so we have to be diligent with condoms.”
“Which we’d do anyway.”
“Exactly.”
“Easy as pie. If you don’t have your pills, you fuck me, or I go down on you until you drown me, or we use toys, or mutual masturbation, or dry hump, or—”
“Okay, mister. I get it. You know lots of ways to get off.” Rosie stretched her arms over her head and popped her back.
Leo grunted. It felt good being there with him, half-naked and comfortable. She didn’t have to put on a show but was also very aware that Leo was watching her like she was pay-per-view porn. Maybe it was weird, but the way he was objectifying her was a huge turn-on.
“What else for your list, Rosie Posey?”
She rolled her eyes at the nickname but thought seriously about his question. “You know you can veto any of these?”
“Yep.”
“And that some might be logistically impossible?” That was already the case with public sex, but she had no idea how to organize her next idea, which was a blow to her ego. She was an astounding organizer.
“I know. I can tell you’ve got a brilliant idea in that head of yours. What is it?”
“I want to have a threesome. Or foursome. Or something. Like with more than one person.”
Leo’s smile sizzled. “Oh, that can be arranged.”
