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“We do, but you are under no obligation. I’m not a tit-for-tat kinda guy.”
She sits up quickly, wrapping the blanket around her shoulders.
“It probably wouldn’t be any good anyway.”
I find that hard to believe. I’ve been the recipient of her kisses.
“Your mouth on my dick? Nothing not to like.”
Straight-faced and no-nonsense, she declares, “You’d be my first.”
Both the words and the delivery of her comment floor me.
CHAPTER 15
TATE
Ipush the words out of my mouth. Walsh’s cobalt eyes enlarge, complete shock washing over his face.
“You’ve never given a blow job?”
Not able to answer with words, I shake my head.
I didn’t think I’d be telling him this our first time together. Except there’s something about his dick almost begging for me to suck.
His mouth opens several times, but no words come out. The adrenaline I felt soon after coming on his tongue has long since vanished, replaced by a feeling of dread at my admission. He’s probably mad he went down on me when he won’t get the same treatment. Maybe he’s rethinking inviting himself over.
My shoulders raise to my ears. “See, wouldn’t be any good for you. Forget I mentioned it. At least you got off, right?”
“That’s what you think?” He sits up straight, his narrowed eyes meeting mine. “I got off because I couldn’t hold myself back watching you come. Because that was fucking sexy as hell, Tate.Youdid that.” His tone softens as he continues to speak, and my mind swirls with the possibility of how wrong I may be. “Even if you gave me the worst head of my life, I’d still blow. Receiving it from you. Please don’t think anything else.”
There’s something about the way he words the explanation, the way he makes me feel so special, so respected, helping ease all insecurities. Without him realizing what he’s doing.
I make a snap decision, reaching my hands toward his dick. He impels them away before I can make contact.
“No. Not like this.”
And the bubble of optimism deflates, all the air hissing out in one big whoosh.
“Right,” I grit out. Not in anger so much as frustration.
“Once more. Confirm for me you’ve never given a blow job to any other guy?”
His question irritates me more. Twice I told him, and he needs further confirmation? Is he trying to humiliate me?
“Never. Not once in my life have my lips sucked a guy off. Or even attempted the act.”
The left corner of his lip quirks up into a grin. A contented grin. “Awesome. I’m honored to be your first.”
Um, what?
Honored?
Did I hear him correctly?
It’s my turn for resolute verification. “Can you repeat that?”
“Your first ever blow job. That’ll be me. Next time we’re together.” Assurance accompanies his words, a sense of he can’t wait for it to happen.
