Page 29 of No Small Sin

People like me shouldn’t procreate. It was an easy decision despite the fact that I hadn’t been doing any procreation-related activities, to begin with.

He looked surprised at that, then snorted. “Well. STIs are still a thing.”

I nodded, pretending I was concerned about that at all. But I knew that when I finally claimed TK in the way I wanted, there would be nothing between us. She was in no danger of being harmed by me in that way because I was one hundred percent certain that I was clean, and I wanted every fucking part of her. “Noted.”

“Now that we’ve established that,” he continued, “the most important thing is this: girls come first, and at leasttwice.”

Great. I’d already failed at that one spectacularly. “And the best way to make sure that happens is?”

He shrugged. “Doesn’t really matter. Hands or mouth, just start slow and don’t attack her clit like you’re trying to start a fire or something with the amount of friction you’re putting on her. None of that psychotic swipey movement shit you see in porn. That is fake and does not work in real life. I think most guys get off from hard and fast strokes, but girls are different. I’ve found a lot of times they like to be teased,slowly. Increase the intensity in small increments and pay attention to what she responds to, then keep doing that until she explodes.”

“Kind of like torturing someone. You find their tolerance level, then push them over the edge, right?” Made sense to me.

“And you say I’m ridiculous.” He rolled his eyes.

“You are most of the time,” Law chimed in.

“Anything else?” I asked.

“Yeah. You’re probably going to get bangxiety the first few times.”

There it was.

I hadn’t been anxious during our first encounter, but I sure as fuck had been after, thinking of all the things I’d done wrong. I needed to remedy that soon. I pulled out my phone and sent her a quick text.

Beck

Thinking about you.

Alec read the words over my shoulder. “Damn, you’ve got it bad.”

“Fuck off,” I grumbled.

I did have it bad, though.

“I have a suggestion,” Ijah inserted himself into the conversation. “Try and think of something gross while you’re fucking, or at least like the most unattractive thing you can come up with.”

My mind immediately went to Andi and I grimaced. “Why?”

“Because you’ll blow your load upon entrance the first time if you don’t.”

Fuck. I hadn’t even thought of that.

We went on talking like that for the remainder of the ride there.

Several hours later, once we finished the updates Mattia had requested, I was anxious to be back home.

I shut the door behind me and locked it, turned to the laptop, and hit play. I watched the video I’d been watching earlier to the end, and then I began searching for more. Searching for all the things Alec had described, and everything in between. I watched for hours, learning all I could, until finally, I felt sure.

Sure that I was more than ready to twist TK into a sexy fucking pretzel and show her all the ways she fucks me up inside that I can’t find the words for.

CHAPTERELEVEN

TK

I’d worked my way through my morning shift at LC almost mechanically. I knew it was important for me to do the things I needed to do — keep the glassware clean, the corks uncorked, the customers happy. I needed this job,likedit, and wanted to keep it.

Some days I just wake up with this kind of hyper uncertainty – energy that needs to be expended from my anxious mind – like I could run a marathon or something just to burn off the excess.

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