Page 114 of Faking It Right
I sighed dramatically. “We called it quits after my first time deep-throating him.”
Ryker’s eyes widened. “I don’t know which is worse: that you didn’t dump him after the broccoli baby bird cum dump incident, or that something even more horrible happened that finally made you break up.”
“I was a little overenthusiastic in my first attempt,” I explained. “The next day, my throat was killing me. When I looked in the mirror, my tonsils were covered in white spots.”
“Oh, shit,” Ryker winced.
“Yeah, I thought for sure he’d given me an STI or strep or something,” I continued. “Turns out, scabs caused by friction look white on tonsils, as opposed to the red or brown ones that form on the external tissues of your skin.”
Ryker grimaced. “I feel like I could have gone my whole life without knowing that.”
“When I confronted him, asking if he’d cheated and given me an STI, he said yes to cheating, no to the STI.” I tried to keep my tone light, but some of the old hurt must have crept in because Ryker’s expression softened.
“Shit, that’s awful. I’m sorry he cheated on you,” he said, his amusement fading. He hesitated before asking, “Is that why you’ve always been so anti-boyfriend as long as I’ve known you?”
I nodded, surprised by his perceptiveness. “Mostly. Getting cheated on in high school might seem like nothing now, but back then, it felt like the end of the world.”
“I can imagine,” Ryker said, his tone sympathetic.
“But hey,” I added quickly, not wanting to bring down the mood, “you don’t need to worry about that. I know you’d never betray me.”
The sincerity in my voice must have caught him off guard, because his expression turned serious. Without warning, he leaned forward and wrapped his arms around me in a tight hug.
I froze for a split second, surprised by the sudden display of affection, before melting into his embrace. I closed my eyes, savoring the comfort of his touch and the unspoken understanding between us.
“Thank you for trusting me,” he murmured against my shoulder.
I hugged him back, allowing myself this moment of vulnerability. “Always have, snookums. Always will.”
I glanced down at Ryker, still nestled against me after our shared laughter had subsided. His eyes were bright and his smile relaxed in a way I rarely got to see. I recognized an opportunity to introduce him to something new that might ease his anxiety about the physical side of our relationship.
“That’s enough trauma dumping for one day. How about I introduce you to intercrural sex?”
He grew suspicious. “You’re making shit up.”
“I swear it’s a real thing,” I insisted, placing my hand over my heart. “Scout’s honor.”
“Since when?” Ryker challenged, narrowing his eyes at me. “And you were never a scout.”
“It’s been a thing, at least since ancient Greece,” I explained with a grin. “And there are pornographic pictures of it on the sides of vases in museums to prove it.”
Ryker sighed in defeat. “I’ll probably regret asking, but what is it?”
I shifted to face him more directly, enjoying the way his gaze kept drifting to my bare chest despite his best efforts to maintain eye contact. “It’s when one partner slides their cock between the other person’s thighs.” I demonstrated with my hands, making a circle with one and pushing my finger through it. “No anal penetration, just the friction of thighs pressed together.”
“This sounds like something you invented to make me feel better.” Ryker seemed skeptical, but I could see the wheels turning in his head.
“While I appreciate the compliment on my imagination, I promise it’s legitimate. And incredibly hot. Want to try?”
After a moment’s hesitation, Ryker nodded. “I guess we could give it a shot.”
“Perfect.” I guided him to lie on his side, facing away from me. “Just like this, with your legs together.”
Ryker complied, though his body remained tense. “This feels weird.”
“We haven’t even started yet.” I chuckled, reaching for the lube on the nightstand. “Give me a sec.”
I squeezed a generous amount into my palm, then reached between Ryker’s thighs to apply it liberally to the inside of both legs. He flinched at the cool sensation.
