Page 77 of Lucky Shot
Demi!!
You want to hear my voice again?
Me
You have no idea. It’s so sexy.
He sends me back a couple laugh emojis. But instead of answering, my phone rings. My heart gives such a suddenthudand then freezes that I’m pretty certain I’m going to have a heart attack. But I answer.
“Hello?”
His answering chuckle races through my entire body, ending in my balls where it swims around and makes my cock twitch.
“Why do you sound so surprised to hear from me when you just asked to call?” he asks.
His voice is deep but not like, bass deep. It’s quiet. So, so sexy. I can’t catch my breath enough to answer for a few heartbeats.
“I guess I didn’t expect you to just do it,” I say.
“Should we try again? I can hang up, answer your text, and then call?”
I huff. “Smart-ass,” I mutter.
His chuckle fills my head again, and I almost groan. There’s something… familiar about it. Like I recognize him on an innate level.
“I like your voice,” Demi says and I smile, sinking into my bed.
“I like yours too. I might have listened to the little clip like a hundred times,” I confess.
“I know the feeling,” he says.
“So, how long have you been single?” I ask.
“A while,” he says, laughing.
“Any past boyfriends worth mentioning?”
“Not really. I’ve had a few, but I think they were just to pass the time, you know?”
I nod and say, “Yeah.”
“What about you?”
“Uh… I don’t think I’ve ever had a boyfriend in the traditional sense of the word. There was a guy, closeted, that I was seeing in high school, but it was more like we were both figuring this gay thing out together. It was all awkward and… didn’t really feel good, you know? Then my senior year, once I turned eighteen, I met this guy. He was older. Probably in his thirties or so.” I laughed a little. “He outright told me he was into young guys, but he always waits for them to turn eighteen at least. I don’t know if that’s true or not, but I had no reason not to believe him. Anyway, he told me he wanted to fool around until I graduated. He’d show me what I like, and it was a safe space to explore my sexuality. So, I did.”
“With a stranger?” Demi asks, his quiet voice sounding affronted.
I laugh, burying my face in the pillow. “Yeah. In hindsight, it was really stupid. But, you know, I learned a lot about what I liked. The weird, awkward feeling with the kid in school was definitely not a thing when your partner knows what he’s doing.”
“Huh.”
Deciding I didn’t want to talk about this, I change the subject abruptly again. “So, a long time ago, you told me you’re top verse. What does that mean, exactly?” I ask.
He chuckles. The sound never fails to make me shiver in anticipation.
“It’s not exactly a mood thing, but it’s… I suppose comfort level. Bottoming is fine.”
“If it’s just fine, I’m not sure you really like it,” I point out.
