Page 112 of Faking It Right
“Having someone who cares enough to try. Somebody who wants to make me feel good, even if it takes practice.”
The tension left his shoulders. “I want that.”
I kissed his cheek. “And that’s why you’re perfect, teeth grazes and all. But I’ll happily volunteer for all your practice sessions.”
“You’re such a giver,” he said dryly.
“I’m a philanthropist at heart.” I pulled him closer, reveling in the way he fit against me. “Seriously though, thank you for trying. It means a lot.”
“Next time will be better.”
I loved the promise in those words. Still chuckling at his adorably frustrated expression, I pulled him into my arms. “Please don’t be so hard on yourself. First times are always awful.”
“There’s no way yours could have been worse than what I just did.” Ryker dragged his hands down his face. “I’m pretty sure I committed a war crime against your dick.”
“Oh, you sweet summer child,” I crowed with a laugh. “Trust me, I’ve got stories for days that are so bad, you’ll wonder why I ever wanted another one.”
Ryker gave me a skeptical look, his gray eyes narrowed in disbelief. “Yeah, right. Mr. Sex God has embarrassing blow job stories? I don’t buy it.”
“Sex God, huh? I love that title.” I winked at him before continuing. “But seriously, my first time trying to give a blow job was so disastrous, I didn’t get to do it.”
“What do you mean you didn’t get to?” His curiosity dampened his embarrassment. “How does that even happen?”
I moved positions so we could settle back against the headboard with him nestled at my side. “Well, I sexily sauntered up tomy first high school boyfriend, Talon, who was sitting on the couch?—”
“Talon?” Ryker interrupted with an incredulous laugh. “His name was seriouslyTalon?”
“His real name was Benny,” I admitted with a grin, “but he was in his goth phase. Black nail polish, eyeliner, the spiked choker collar necklace.”
“Huh, I can’t picture you with a goth.”
I shrugged, remembering my teenage years with a mixture of fondness and embarrassment. “I’m a sucker for dramatic eyeliner. Anyway, I dropped to my knees in front of Talon…” I paused for effect. “Right onto his foot.Hard.”
Ryker winced. “Ouch.”
“Oh, it gets better. Of course, Talon cries out and jerks his leg in pain, kneeing me in the face.” It had been years, but I still remember the sharp crack of agony. “There I am, sprawled on the floor, clutching my face, while he’s trying to comfort me, but also holding his injured foot. Needless to say, it was a total mood killer. Then I had the added fun of having to explain my black eye for the next week.”
Ryker winced sympathetically, but a smile tugged at his mouth. “At least I didn’t break your foot. That’s something, I guess.” He nudged my shoulder. “What happened the first time you succeeded in giving a blow job?”
I let out a dramatic sigh, shaking my head ruefully. “Oh, it was bad. Angry dragon bad.”
Ryker’s eyebrows shot up in confusion. “What the fuck does ‘angry dragon bad’ mean?”
“Well, Talon didn’t think to warn me he was coming, so the sudden taste of his release made me gag, which caused his cum to shoot out of my nose like an angry fire-breathing dragon.”
Ryker tried to hold in his laughter, his face turning red with the effort, but he couldn’t contain it. He burst out laughing, gasping between breaths. “That’s fucking awful!”
“Oh, it gets worse,” I assured him, enjoying his eyes widening in horrified anticipation. “I sniffled out of habit, and it went back into my nose again.”
That did it. Ryker doubled over, laughing so hard he had to wipe away tears from his eyes. “Holy shit, you poor thing,” he managed to get out between gasps for air.
I grinned, enjoying the way his face lit up when he laughed. The sound was infectious, and soon I joined him, remembering the mortifying experience with the benefit of years of distance. “I swear, I blew out a two-inch string of snotty cum.”
“That’s so nasty!” Ryker howled. “Tell me you dumped him after that.”
“No, but I made him promise to give me a five-second warning in the future,” I replied, wiping a tear from my eye. “Which, by the way, he still messed up. The second time, he counted down from five to ‘Oops, sorry,’ in half a millisecond, so that was useless.”
Ryker shook his head in disbelief. “And yet you kept trying. That’s dedication.”
