Page 39 of Looks Real Good Now
Liam grabbed several silk ropes and pulled me further into the shop.
“For when we are not sleeping in your parents’ house,” he said. There was no doubt in his voice.
“Alright, what’s one of yours then?”
“One of my what?”
“Fantasies. I just gave you mine practically wrapped up in a little bow.”
“And it was a great gift. One that I can’t seem to move past.”He swallowed thickly and then shook his body out.
“Well, you can’t have it, it’s mine,” I retorted.
“I always thought about taking you in a locker room,” he threw out easily.
“What do you meanalways?”
“Are you a suction toy girl?” he asked instead.
“On very rare occasions,” I answered.
“So no to this section then. Are we talking dildos or bullets only then?”
Part of me couldn’t get used to the fact that we were so casually having this conversation. I’d never been with someone where this kind of conversation was even possible.
“If I have you, then why do I need a dildo?”
“Because I won’t always be around if you want something to fuck?”
“Firstly, wasn’t this trip out of the house supposed to be just for a new vibrator because the one I have with me is now dead? I have other toys in a drawer in my bedside table. In Detroit. Secondly, if I’m that desperate, it’s external stimulation only. I don’t tend to have the patience to deal with anything else, and if I really do need it, my fingers do just fine.”
“Toys? As in plural? And he never wanted in?” I could tell he was trying to be neutral, but there was always a hint of annoyance in his tone whenever he mentioned Kai.
“Yes, as in plural. And no, he never wanted in. What about you?” I’d never really leant much into the idea of being the one doing the fucking because I knew Kai would say no, but Liam hadn’t batted an eyelid at the idea that I might want to tie him up and edge him indefinitely, so maybehe wouldn’t run from this idea.
His eyebrows drew together. “Huh?”
“Do you need a dildo?”
“You wanna fuck me?” He didn’t sound anything other than interested.
“Is it an option?”
“It could be. But again, not when we’re sleeping in your parents’ house.”
Liam kept talking about a future between us like it was a foregone conclusion.
No hesitation. No questioning.
Just a certain belief that what we had created in these six days would stand up on its own two feet when we left the Westchester bubble.
And I couldn’t forget that ‘always’ he’d mentioned, like it was nothing. This wasn’t fake anymore. It arguably never was.
“I could apply that logic to you. Penetrative sex is still penetrative sex.” I was mostly joking. There was no way that I was going much longer without knowing what he felt like inside me and getting him to come at least once while he was there.
“A fair point and I don’t have a good enough reason as to why you can’t peg me in the next week other than the fact that I am down for it, but not in my immediate future.”
“I’ll allow it then,” I teased. Now that he had given me permission, I didn’t really want to do it in my parents’ house either. I needed a whole day for all the things I wanted to do to him with no risk of someone knocking for us to help with something mundane, like dinner.
