Page 184 of Call the Shots
What the hell did I do?
That was worse than forty seconds. So much worse. I was a four-pump chump. I rutted into June like an animal, finishing inside with barely a warning.
Why couldn’t I stop? Why couldn’t I have an ounce of fucking control with her?
“I don’t cum early like that,” I rasped. “I’m not that kind of guy.”
“It’s okay,” she murmured.
“You’re so beautiful, and you were saying my name, and your voice—I didn’t choose to do it. Fuck. I’m sorry.”
“Did I seem uncomfortable?” she asked, kissing my hair. “Did I raise any objections?”
Objections?
I paused. “I—no.” She was comforting me after I shot my load too quick, how fucking embarrassing. “You don’t have to protect my feelings, I’m a grown man?—”
“Did it feel good, Bear?”
The purr of her question smoothed out my other thoughts, scattering them to the wind. Did cumming inside of June feel good? Even with a condom, good wasn’t the right word—earthshattering was as close as I could get.
But what we did—what June let me do—was completely different.
Cumming inside her without protection, without trying to hold off, just letting the pleasure wrack through my body after eating her out…
This kind of question was a trap, and I didn’t know how to answer.
“Yes,” I finally said.
“What feels good about it?”
I hesitated. “Having you cum on my tongue—it’s like getting a trophy for something I earned. And cumming inside of you after…likethat…”
I pressed my face to her neck, burning with shame while June stroked my hair.
“I’ve never felt like this before,” I admitted. “I feel exposed.”
She hummed. “It’s intimate.”
That was the word I’d been unconsciously searching for.Intimate. It was raw and it was real, and I wouldn’t do it with anyone else.
“I just…” I swallowed. “The nudes situation was shit, I could only imagine how bad this would be. I don’t want to wake up one day and see screenshots of you talking about this with your friends.”
“Oh. This is a trust thing.”
Slowly, I nodded, and it was quiet.
“If you’re uncomfortable, we don’t have to do it,” she said. “But what we do in the bedroom is private. It’s our business. Nobody's going to know about this.”
I didn’t realize how much I’d tensed until I started relaxing, laying down on her again. “Thank you.”
“I’m glad you said something.”
Embarrassed, I shrugged, silent.
“I used to ignore my body when it came to sex,” she whispered. “With how bad the eating disorder was, my sex drive was nonexistent. I felt like I had to put out for someone else’s benefit. I’ve changed, Bear. If I don’t like something, I don’t have a problem stopping it. I won't deal with that again.”
I pushed up. “Xavier?”
