Page 26 of Savage in the Sheets
“There’s no way I’m going to be able to take much…”
“Relax. You think every other woman he’s been with has been able to swallow an anaconda? I’m sure he’s had a few snakes, but not every woman can ‘unhinge their jaw.’”
“Can you?”
“Me? I don’t have to. I’m hot, wealthy, and well-known. I don’t serve—I am served.”
“You’re such a cocky bitch.”
“Ya know, some men like that. I’ve had myself a few beta males.”
My nose scrunches involuntarily.
“Oh, you wouldn’t be looking at me like that if you’d take one for a ride.”
“I’ll keep that in mind.”
“Oh, I’m taking you for a spa day before the big event. We’re getting you waxed head to toe, nails done, eyelashes extended.”
A wave of relief washes over me, a momentary distraction from my worries.
The thought of sucking on Weston’s cock has me anxious. It’s not that I don’t want to. I desperately want to taste him. I just…don’t have a ton of experience. I’ve only given blowjobs to two men before. The first to try it for the first time. The second because it was the closest thing to a real relationship that I’ve ever had.
What if he laughs at me? Or worse, what if I hurt him? What if I go down too far, and it gets stuck because of his size? Can that happen? Holy fuck—I’m in over my head.
I begin to frantically search Google for‘What if’scenarios, and I’m met with a slew of medical emergencies from between-the-sheets blunders.
Angela stares at me inquisitively. “What has you so rattled?”
I ignore her, typing:amount of jaw pressure needed to amputate penisinto my search engine.
As I weed through the responses, my phone buzzes with a text from Weston.
Weston:We still on for Friday?
And because I’m fucking crazy, I respond with…
Jenna:Am I going to be sucking your cock?
Weston
Rereading Jenna’s reply for the third time, I still can’t formulate a tactful response. Finding a way to say,“I’d love for you to suck my cock,”that’s not crude is nearly impossible.
And holy fuck—what I wouldn’t give to taste her. The thought of Jenna’s small hands pushing my head down has me standing at attention.
Fortunately, I’m in my office sitting behind my desk, so no one can see that I have a raging office boner.
How the hell do I respond?
Don’t say: yes, please! Don’t act too overeager. You don’t want to make her feel like she has to do anything.
Weston:it’s up to you
“You idiot! You could have at least made it seem like you wanted it!”my boner chastises.
I wait for a reply, imaging what must be going through Jenna’s head. She’s analytical, logical to the extreme. This is probably just her putting together some kind of schedule of events.
A knock sounds on my office door, and I look up to see Barry in the doorway.
