Total pages in book: 87
Estimated words: 83908 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 420(@200wpm)___ 336(@250wpm)___ 280(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 83908 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 420(@200wpm)___ 336(@250wpm)___ 280(@300wpm)
I try to be annoyed by the last part, but all I can think about is this gorgeous man believing there’s something special about my load and—
“Oh my God, Hayes. Stop grinning. It’s fucking with my life! When does the bad luck wear off? Would you consider bottling it up and selling it?”
The ridiculousness of his words isn’t lost on me, but my brain snags on what he’s really saying…or what he could be saying. Maybe he would be down with hooking up again, which would be kind of perfect. I’ve never been confident when it comes to hitting on guys, hooking up, or having sex. I’ve always thought I must be shit at it, but Rylan acted like I was the Wayne Gretzky of blowjobs—I’m pretty sure that’s the famous hockey player’s name. Being with Rylan was a huge confidence boost. If we hooked up again, I could kill two birds with one stone. I could proceed with my plan of having no-strings-attached sex, just because I can. And I could also build up my sexual confidence, get more experience, and then when I finally do have sex with someone else, they’ll be amazed by my skills, and no one will ever cheat on me again—not that I ever plan to have a relationship again.
“What if we try it again?” I ask, not beating around the bush. This doesn’t have to be more than it is. I’m not asking to marry the guy. I’m making something like a business arrangement with him. “It makes sense. We can have sex again, and you can see if my cum really does carry…” I wave my hands back and forth. “Whatever you think it carries. Hockey juice. And I can have more commitment-free sex. If it works out as well the second time, then maybe we can come up with some kind of arrangement.”
“A sex arrangement?”
“You don’t have to make it sound dirty.”
“How else am I supposed to make it sound? And honestly, dirty sex is the best sex, so that’s not a bad thing.”
I try not to blush, but I feel heat rise to my cheeks. My cock twitches behind my slacks in this way I’ve never really experienced with anyone before. Hearing him say that is exciting. Sex has always been this awkward thing that never made me feel as wild as it did everyone else.
“We’re getting off sex here—track—off-track. Same thing, I guess, since the track is sex, but you know what I mean. It works. You like my cum, and I want to hook up with random guys, but since that didn’t work, maybe I can try it with one random guy over and over again.” My logic is flawed, but I’m hoping he doesn’t call me on it. All this makes sense in my head.
“I do have a game tomorrow.”
“See? It’s perfect!” Only this is the dumbest idea I’ve ever had in my life, and his weird theory about my cum and his game is all in his head.
“And you do have a great cock.”
I can’t help wondering why no one else has ever seemed to think that, but I’m not stupid enough to call out my flaws to him. If he wants to think my dick is great, I’m all for it.
“I did consider trying to find you to test it out again…”
“Wait, what?”
“Yeah, well, you’re the one who did the actual stalking. I only considered it.”
“I didn’t stalk you.” But really, I kinda did.
He smirks.
“Ugh. You know what? Never mind. This was a mistake.” I shove to my feet and take a few steps before Rylan materializes in front of me, a muscular, soap-scented wall. He holds my face in his calloused hands and tilts my head up, and my dick twitches.
“You want to have sex with me.”
I roll my eyes, but if he stepped just a little closer, he would feel the proof of that rubbing against him. “I was considering it, but not anymore.”
“Well…just so you know…I would be interested if you still are. But only if you’re sure because—”
“Yes.”
Rylan grins.
“Ugh. You’re so annoying!”
“I’m charming.”
He is, and that’s what makes him annoying, but I keep that tidbit to myself. Charming is…not good. I will not fall for charming. Not now or ever again.
“Hey. What did I say? Your jaw just tensed.”
“Nothing. I’m fine.” It’s embarrassing enough that he knows what happened to me, that he was there that night, and—nope. I’m not going to let Malcolm ruin this for me. “I want to suck dick and I’m going to, damn it!”
“I’m certainly not going to argue with you,” Rylan replies, and really, I should probably be a little more careful not to speak my thoughts out loud. It’s always been a problem for me, but it seems to happen more around Rylan.
“Okay, so…”
“Let’s go to my room.”