Page 47 of Best Served Cold

“No fucking clue.” He sighed and leaned against the wall again. “Curiosity, I guess.”

“And what did you think?”

He side-eyed me. “Fishing for compliments?”

“Depends. Do you want to compliment me?”

“You know you’re good. You don’t need me to validate you.”

“No, I don’t. But it’s fun watching you squirm.”

“Like you were squirming the last time we were against the wall of a building?”

Strange flutters danced up my spine as heat pooled in my belly. “I seem to recall you were the one who was squirming against me.”

“Maybe, but who came first?”

“So what?” I fought the urge to crowd him against the wall and have a repeat as the memories of that night made my cock throb. “Anyone would get off having someone rub up on them like that. It was the friction, not you.”

“Keep telling yourself that.”

“You really think any of that was because of you? It wasn’t.”

“If you say so.”

“I wasn’t the only one who came,” I fired back. “Who was the one who kept humping me after I finished?”

“Like you wouldn’t have done the same. And I already told you my piercing is sensitive. It had nothing to do with you. I would have had the same reaction from humping a couch.” His eyes glittered with amusement and something I couldn’t quite read. Something dark and a little primal.

“Still have a thing for furniture, hmm?”

“Apparently.” He paused. “What are we doing?”

“What do you mean?” I played dumb.

“This. Are you even into guys?”

I shook my head. It was on the tip of my tongue to tell him I’d never been into anyone regardless of their gender, but held back.

I’d gotten off with Noah at the party, there was no denying that. What we’d done had felt good, but I wasn’t sure if that was because of the physical sensations of being with someone, or because it was him.

The thought of letting anyone else touch me like that, see me in such a vulnerable state, made my skin and brain itch. It wasn’t that intimacy or sex grossed me out or anything, I’d just never wanted that with anyone. I still didn’t.

At least I didn’t think I did.

I’d had plenty of orgasms over the years, but they’d all been by my own hand. I got horny and had the urge to jerk like everyone else, I just didn’t think about people while I did it.

It was hard to explain, but arousal and attraction were separate for me. I didn’t feel attraction toward people, but I still had all the same equipment, so I got aroused, it just wasn’t because of anyone, and was more of physiological need.

I’d heard other guys, including my brother, talk about fantasizing while they jerked, but my brain didn’t work that way. It felt good, and I was in tune enough with my body that I could focus on the sensations of pleasure and enjoy it without wanting to do it with someone else.

It was a physical release, plain and simple. A way to get some good feels, and it was my go-to when I couldn’t fall sleep.

But that was where my interest in sex ended. Or so I’d thought.

That first kiss with Noah, my first kiss ever, hadn’t really affected me physically. Feeling his hard dick against my soft one had been intriguing, and the rush from knowing I’d done that to him had been heady as fuck. But I’d been so intent on winning and not letting him know that I had no clue how to kiss someone, I hadn’t let myself experience the moment.

Nope.

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