Page 61 of The Other Side of Paradise
“Oh, god, no. He would almost never do it even though I asked him like a billion times. Mostly he just wanted to be the big tough guy in charge and have me suck his dick or take it from behind or something to make him feel powerful. And when he did it, he was terrible at it, like just weird awkward tonguing…”
“So Ken let you be in charge.”
She grinned. “He would still take the lead and stuff, but he made me feel like a spoiled princess who could have whatever I wanted. He let me ride him, too, which was where I learned how much I liked that.”
God, the amount I wanted to make her feel like a spoiled princess. She couldabsolutelyhave anything she wanted with me. She shifted in closer, eyes gleaming.
“Okay, my turn,” she said. “Since we’ve started this whole thing, looking for girls, have you actually found anyone you’d want to sleep with and just didn’t admit it?”
“Uh.”
“Aside from me.”
Jesus, did she have to say that? I mean, she did, but… did she have to? I rubbed the back of my head, looking away. “Nope.”
She looked incredulously at me. “Not a single one?”
“Nope.”
“You can’t lie, you know. That’s cheating.”
“I am not lying.”
She laughed. “Oh my god, you really are into me.”
“Uh.” Under any other circumstances, that would have sounded like making fun of me. But the way she said it sounded like she liked that I was. I covered my face. “You can ask that as a question if you want to know more. Okay, my turn.”
“Ugh, what?” She laughed, pouting. “Fine.Your turn. Ask, ask.”
“Did you see anybody at the lounge tonight that you’d want to hook up with?”
“Nope. Wasn’t my crowd.” She grinned. “Okay, my turn. I thought of a much better question.”
“O-okay.”
She scooched closer on the couch, laying her hand on my knee. I did not need her hands on my legs right now. I could not parse how turned on I was already. “So,” she said, eyes gleaming. “What did you actually do when you disappeared for a bit on the beach?”
“Uh—” My stomach dropped, and I felt my face heat up and—well, and another part of my body, at the thought of telling herI masturbated in my car thinking about you.“What… part of the beach trip?” I said, voice too high, and she snorted.
“You know what I mean, Allison,” she said, her voice low, and I squirmed in the seat.
“Uh…” Dammit. I was not doing this. I picked up one of the shot glasses, and I braced as I knocked it back, the rum fiery-hot in my senses. I’d never done shots before, and it was about as pungently punch-in-the-face as I’d expected, but it did end faster than I thought it would, leaving my throat and mouth warm. Stella gave me a look somewhere between outrage and laughter.
“Oh my god, I can’t believe you,” she said. “What did youdo?You really did make out with someone in the bathrooms, didn’t you?”
“You could ask that as another question,” I said, my head a little fuzzy with the wave of awareness that followed the shot.
“I might. Okay, chicken. Your turn.”
I was not drunk two seconds after taking a shot, but I asked a question I never thought I’d ask while sober. “So do you prefer receiving oral over giving it?”
She bit her lip through a bigger smile. “It’s not that I haven’t enjoyed giving it, but… yeah. It’s just really good. And it’s really hot, too, you know? Like, the visual and everything.”
God, I was so turned on. The thought of Stella asking for oral… fantasies snuck unbidden into my head, her lying back on this couch right now, spreading her legs open while gesturing me to my knees. “It is, yeah,” I finally managed, and she leaned back further into the corner of the couch, reclining more, which wasn’t helping.
“Doyouprefer giving or receiving?”
“G-giving.” I’d thought I had that one in the bag. I’d figured she would ask it, so I’d mentally rehearsed it and everything. And I still stuttered. “It’s just hot, um… making someone feel good. And I, uh, like the, uh, the visual from… well…” Shit, I’d rehearsed for nothing. She grinned.
