Page 38 of Wicked Spite
Lincoln clears his throat loudly, interrupting our charged exchange. “Hold up, hold up,” he interjects, leaning forward with a mischievous glint in his eye. “Are you two seriously telling me that you haven’t fucked yet?”
My eyes widen at his bluntness, a surprised laugh escaping my lips. Penn, on the other hand, seems unfazed, merely shrugging his broad shoulders.
“Not that it’s any of your business, brother,” Penn drawls, his tone dripping with condescension. “But no, we haven’t…yet.”
“Unbelievable,” Lincoln scoffs, shaking his head in disbelief. “What, are you waiting for the fucking honeymoon or something?”
I can’t help but snort at that, rolling my eyes. “Please, like I’d ever go on a honeymoon with this asshole.”
Lincoln leans back in his chair, a shit-eating grin on his face. “Seriously though, what’s the hold up? I mean, look at you two. The sexual tension is so thick I could cut it with a knife.”
I watch Penn, as he leans back in his chair, looking every bit the cocky athlete that he is. “Well,” he announces to the whole table, eyes glinting with mischief, “since I’m just announcing shit left and right lately...” My heart races, wondering what he could possibly reveal.
“I’m a virgin,” he declares boldly. The room falls silent fora heartbeat before his brothers burst into laughter. Even I can’t help but chuckle at the absurdity of it all. But as the seconds tick by and Penn doesn’t waver, their laughter slowly dies down, replaced by disbelief.
“Wait, you’re serious?” Lincoln gapes at his brother, while Jeremiah and Graham exchange incredulous glances.
“Dead serious,” Penn confirms, his expression uncharacteristically open. It’s as if he’s daring us to challenge him, to question him.
“What the fuck?” Lincoln blurts out, his curiosity getting the better of him. Iris elbows him in the ribs, silently reprimanding him for being rude to his brother. “I mean…” he starts and then broods down at her for a long moment before saying, “no I literally mean, what in the actual fuck?”
Penn shrugs nonchalantly. “I just never wanted to,” he replies, as if it’s the simplest thing in the world. But I know better; there must be more to it than that. So much of who Penn is revolves around breaking boundaries, pushing limits, testing the waters of convention. It seems almost impossible that he would choose abstinence for no reason at all.
“Really?” I ask, trying to keep my voice steady. “You are an unapologetic arsonist, but sex is too big of a commitment?” I can’t help but think of the way Penn toys with people, manipulates situations for his own amusement. It’s hard to imagine that he wouldn’t apply that same twisted curiosity to sex.
“Of course I’ve been curious,” he admits, a wicked grin spreading across his face. “But like I said, I never wanted to. Besides, it’s more fun to watch people try to figure me out.”
“But what about literally everyone on campus that you’ve picked up?” Jeremiah asks incredulously. “I mean, hell, even Wes at the junkyard.”
Penn just shrugs, a devilish smirk playing on his lips. “Yeah, I get blowjobs. Mouth holes are a glorious thing.”
My jaw nearly drops at his brazen admission. The mental image of Penn getting his dick sucked by countless people flashes unbidden through my mind. I hate that it turns me on a little, picturing his strong hands gripping some faceless person’s hair as they kneel before him, worshiping his cock with their tongue.
“So, you’re saying...” Lincoln begins slowly, working it out. “Your virgin dick has been in mad mouths, but never a pussy or an ass?”
“Got it in one, bro,” Penn winks salaciously.
“Dude, that’s kind of fucking genius,” Lincoln guffaws. “All the pleasure, none of the clingy bitches trying to lock you down after.”
Iris smacks his arm hard. “Watch it, asshole. This ‘clingy bitch’ can still dump your sorry ass.”
“And deprive you of all this?” Lincoln gestures lewdly to his crotch with a thrust of his hips. “Angel, you’d never.”
Oakley fake gags. “Can we please stop talking about Penn’s sexual habits in graphic detail? I’m losing my appetite over here.”
“What’s wrong, little Ashford?” Penn goads her. “Too much for your delicate sensibilities?”
Jeremiah glares at him in warning. “Watch it, Penn. That’s my girl you’re talking to.” Oakley grabs her drink, holding it up as if she thinks Jeremiah might flip the table trying to reach Penn. I realize as this thought passes through my mind that I’m probably not far off. I’d be willing to bet he’s a table flipper.
“Yeah, we all know she’s your girl, Jerry.” Pennrolls his eyes. “You’ve only pissed a circle around her a thousand times.”
“I do not—!” Jeremiah sputters indignantly.
“You kinda do, pretty boy,” Oakley pats his arm consolingly.
The brothers continue sniping back and forth, but I tune them out, my mind still reeling.
I squeeze my thighs together under the table, trying to relieve the ache building between my legs. Goddamn Penn Blackwood and his filthy fucking mouth. I should have known a virgin kink would do it for me. The most experienced at being inexperienced.
