Chapter 31 #2
“Jesus, when was the last time you had sex?” I ask.
She shakes her head. “That’s two questions, I don’t think so. It’s your turn. Truth or dare?”
“Truth,” I say, still wanting to know the answer to my last question.
“You and Rupert are really close. Have you two ever…done anything together?”
I sit up in the water and lift my brow. “Are you asking sexually?”
“Yeah, just curious.”
“We haven’t, but I’d do anything for him. So if he said kiss me or I might die, I’d kiss him.”
“So you’ve never done a threesome or anything like that?”
“Oh, no, you don’t. You didn’t answer my second question, so I’m not answering yours.”
She rolls her eyes. “Fine, if I answer your second, will you answer mine?”
“Yes, but you have to answer first.”
“It’s been over a year,” she says, as if that isn’t the worst news I’ve ever heard. Over a year since she’s had sex. How does she even walk? I’d be bedridden, in need of some serious sexual attention and I wouldn’t care from who. “You don’t have to act so stunned.”
“This is not acting. This is…this is my pure reaction. Jesus, are you okay? Do you want to just hop on my dick right now and have your way with it? I’ll close my eyes and not engage.”
“I don’t need your dick, Theo. I have my own sources of pleasure.”
My mouth falls open, and I can see that devilish glint in her eyes.
“Are you trying to make me hard?”
“No.” She swims around me, circling like I’m her prey. At this point, I’ll play beta to her alpha any day. “Okay, now answer my question. Have you ever had a three-way?”
“Just for the record, I want to say that this is bordering on X-rated, but I’ll go with it.” I try to reach for her as she circles me, but she pulls away. “I have not had a three-way with Rupert…”
She stops swimming and her eyes widen. “But you have had a three-way before.”
I just shrug my shoulders because I have had a few, but that’s not something she needs to know.
“Wow.” She stares me down. “You’re a bit of a slut, aren’t you?”
I laugh. “When I was younger, yes. Now, not so much. And just to put your mind at ease, I was tested recently and everything came back clean.”
“And why would I want to know that?” she asks.
“Because even though we’re friends, there could be benefits that go along with our friendship and I thought it would be nice for you to know that things are all clean on my end.”
“There will be no benefits.”
“Okay.” I laugh. “Truth or dare, Gossy?”
“Truth.”
I nod. “Too scared for a dare, okay.”
“Still warming up.”
“That’s fine. Hmmm…what do I want to know…what do I want—” I pause and then smirk. “The one guy you were with, did he ever get the job done, or have you only climaxed with yourself?”
“How is that not X-rated?”
“X-rated would be, do you prefer a man to come on your tits, on your arse, or in your mouth when he’s jacking off? Feel free to answer that question as an alternative.”
She grumbles and then swims toward the bank. “He never got the job done; I’ve been the only one to do it.”
“Jesus,” I whisper.
“It’s not a big deal.”
“It’s a huge fucking deal,” I say. “I mean…Jesus, look at you, Renley. You’re fucking sexy.
Stunning. A goddamn dream and that man couldn’t make you come?
He should be sent to jail immediately. The only reason he couldn’t make you come was because he was too hyperfixated on giving himself pleasure and that’s not how it works.
It’s a partnership.” I drag my hand over my face.
“So you don’t really know what a real sexual experience is like. ”
“I’ve given myself orgasms.”
“It’s different when it’s with someone else,” I say, swimming closer to her.
“There’s tension, there’s anticipation, there’s the unknown of what that person might do next to please you.
Sure, I can get myself off too, and trust me, I have since I’ve been here, but it’s not the same as when I had you pinned against that wall, my hand up your shirt.
That moment, even though cut short, has lived with me since, because there was so much more feeling to it.
Playing with myself in the shower will never replicate that. ”
She rubs her lips together, looking unsure…but with bright pink cheeks.
“It’s fine,” she finally says. “I’ll have my moment.”
Yeah, and I wish it was with me. I’d show her what it means to be with a real man.
I’d take my time, slowly working my mouth over every surface of her body.
I’d tease, I’d torture, I’d edge. I’d bring her to the point where she’s just about to fall over, only to repeat the process over again.
I’d make her feel out of her goddamn mind, so enthralled, so in need of climaxing that when she finally does, it’s an out-of-body experience that takes her minutes to climb down from.
“What are you thinking?” she asks.
My eyes fall to hers. “How much I wish I could help you with that moment.”
“That’s not very friend-like.”
“Oh, I tend to think it’s very friend-like. Always here to lend a hand, or finger…or three.”
“You’re such a horny ass.”
“That’s my nickname back home.”
She chuckles and then gets out of the water. My eyes immediately fall to the way her bottoms are showing off just a touch more of her bum. How the curve of her hips tests the elasticity of her suit. How her—
“You’re staring again.”
“Correct,” I say with a nod. Can’t deny it. My eyes are on her and her alone.
“At least you’re honest.” Then she nods toward herself. “Come out of the water and join me.”
“Are we going to swing together?” I ask as I hop out of the water and watch as her eyes become transfixed on my chest…
then my stomach…then my bulge, which I know is on full display.
I’ve seen myself wet in this swimming costume before.
There’s nowhere to hide. What you see is what you get, and she’s seeing a whole fucking lot.
Just to be playful, I say, “You’re staring. ”
Her eyes snap away. “You’re just…” She clears her throat. “That’s a very small bathing suit.”
“Yeah, I could say the same about yours.” I move in right behind her, my chest to her back, grabbing the rope with her. I whisper, “Are we swinging together?”
She looks over her shoulder and asks, “Truth or dare?”
Not going to answer the question, okay. “Dare,” I say.
“I dare you to belly flop into the pond.”
I wince because…damn it.
“Gossy, did we forget about the part where I’m trying not to break my face?”
“You’re not going to break your face.” She pats my cheek.
“What about my penis? I’m not sure what the impact on the water will do to it.”
“Nothing will break. You’ll be fine.”
I eye the water.
“Unless you want to back out of the dare…”
“I don’t back out of dares,” I say, disgruntled.
She hands me the rope. “Then here you go.”
I stare her down, taking the rope with my left hand. “You’re evil.”
“Just having fun.”
She steps aside and I grip the rope with both hands now. Apologizing to my entire front half, I jump off the edge, fling my body toward the water, and then flatten like a pancake, smacking right into the water with a flop.
It feels like shards of ice pierce my skin, stabbing me all at once as I sink into the pond.
Motherfucker.
I lift out of the pond, shaking the water from my hair and eyes, only to find Renley on the ground, laughing hysterically while clutching her stomach.
Joy.
It’s one of the most beautiful things I’ve ever seen.
She’s chuckled here and there, maybe a laugh or two, but this is full-body hysterics, and even though the belly flop might have caused my dick to shrivel up into my balls…this right here, seeing her enjoying it, it makes everything that much better.