18. Lark
EIGHTEEN
LARK
“So, this week’s extra credit assignment is to take a kink quiz. It’s completely optional, and you aren’t turning in your results, as always. It’s basically just to find out more about what you like. Professor Stockton is big on self-discovery, which is why she encourages these quizzes but never expects you to submit anything,” I say from where I’m snuggled up next to Ace in his bed. After we got out of the shower, he helped me into his clothes and threw my wet ones in the washer while we huddled up under the covers and started our lesson. It was a short one on nontraditional sexual interests. We blew through the reading and critical thinking questions at the end of the chapter, and now we’re moving on to the bonus assignment. Even though we’ve been stopping every once in a while to make out or touch each other, we’re still working pretty efficiently now that we’re both dry and dressed.
My mind is still reeling over what went down in the bathroom. As much as I said we had to slow down, and with all the pushback I’d been giving, when I saw Ace touching himself while my name fell from his lips, I couldn’t stop myself. My feet propelled me forward, any semblance of common sense and reasoning leaving me as I dropped to my knees and begged to be objectified. And he gave me everything I asked for.
Despite his inexperience, Ace is already proving to be the most caring partner I’ve ever had. It’s like he has a direct line to my thoughts, knowing exactly what I’m feeling and how to react to it. Any reservations I had about our ages and maturity levels not matching up disappeared into thin air when he reassured me as he kissed all the parts of my body that make me feel self-conscious. Although I’m comfortable with myself for the most part, the vulnerability I felt as I stood before this Adonis of a man, completely naked, made me realize how different we are. But he showed me that I deserve to be adored and worshiped, and that was a first for me.
“I’ll take it if you do,” he says, pulling up the kink quiz on his laptop.
I raise a brow. “First of all, I already took it. And secondly, what makes you think I’d share my results with you?”
He smirks. “It would be in your best interest to tell me what you’re into, since my new mission in life is to make all your fantasies come true. You can check Being face-fucked like a filthy little toy off your list, but I need to know what’s next.”
I bark a laugh. “Be careful with your generosity before you have all the facts, Mathers. What if the things I’m into are on a whole other level? What if one minute you’re offering to give me what I want, and the next, you’re getting pegged by a sparkly pink dildo? You never know what a person’s deepest, darkest desires are.”
His eyebrows fly up. “Is that what you’re into?” he asks. “Would you want to…fuck me?”
My head jerks back, surprised by the way he worded that. “I—” I stop, because I was honestly just joking around, but now that I’m thinking about it—would I want to? “I guess, hypothetically, that might be something I’d try if the opportunity presented itself with someone.”
He turns, looking directly at me. I avoid eye contact because, as comfortable as I am with the idea of discussing other people’s sex lives, it’s not as easy talking about the things I want. He grips my chin, turning my face so I’m looking at him. “I’m not talking about someone. I’m talking about me. Would you want to fuck me if I said yes?” His blue eyes burn into mine, and a throb pulses between my legs at the thought of taking him that way.
“I think I would,” I reply quietly. “I don’t necessarily think I’d like topping as a regular thing, but I’m curious about what that kind of power exchange would feel like.”
He swallows. “I would be open to trying it if you wanted. As long as it’s not some monster tentacle cock or anything.”
I bark a laugh. “Tentacle cock? Is that from one of your smutty books?” I don’t know how he does it, but Ace always knows how to make me feel at ease, even during situations and conversations that should be wildly uncomfortable.
“As a matter of fact, it is,” he replies, pulling me against him. “One day, I’ll read to you. Or make you read to me while I reenact everything on the page.”
“That sounds nice,” I sigh, soaking in his warmth. “What about you? What are you into? Or would you rather just take the quiz and keep it to yourself?”
He scoffs. “Why would I want to keep that from you? I feel like this is something we should be talking about if we want to keep doing what we’re doing. Which I do.”
I chew on the inside of my cheek as he ghosts his hand up and down my arm. I want to keep doing this too, but I’m scared. The cards are stacked against us in so many ways, and as much as he wants to pretend like everything will always feel exactly the way it does in this room, there’s a great big world out there, ready to judge us and tear us down. But I like him a lot, and I love the way he makes me feel. So, we’re still on the same page about seeing where things go between us.
“I don’t really know what I’m into,” he says with a shrug. “I know what turns me on, but I’d have to try it all out to be sure. You want to help me with that, Sweets?”
I chuckle. “Unlike you, I need to know what I’m signing up for before I agree. What do you want to do with me?”
“Mmmm,” he hums. “Well, the role-play idea still sounds like fun. And I think I’d really like being in control. Making you crawl to me and spanking you when you’re a naughty girl. So many possibilities, baby. And I want to try them all with you.”
I tilt my head, pretending to consider everything he said, but truth be told, I’d love all of that. As much as I want to try topping just to see what it’s like, I know I’d enjoy submitting to someone I trust. I could definitely see us having a good time exploring together.
“I think I’d be into that too.”