He curses, moaning deep in his throat, and it’s the hottest sound I’ve ever heard. “I love hearing you say my name.”
“Keep telling me what to do.”
“Slide another finger inside your pussy,” he rasps. “That’s it. Now move, baby. Roll your hips up and down and fuck yourself on my hand.”
I whimper. “Shit, Kai…I’m gonna come.”
“Don’t,” he growls, and I stop. He must shock himself as well as me, because he’s quiet for a few moments before he mutters, “Fuck it.”
I hear him moving again, and I wish I could see him.
“What are you doing?”
“Are you a virgin?” he asks randomly.
“What? Why?”
“Baby, I need you to tell me. Are you?”
“No. Why are you asking me th?—”
“How many guys have you fucked?”
I grit my teeth, angry at the way he’s avoiding my questions. “One.”
“Who was it?” He sounds angry too, which pleases me more than it should. “Don’t tell me it was Wyatt. I’ll kill him.”
“Will you shut up about Wyatt?” I complain, rolling my eyes as I continue rubbing my clit. “It was one of Derek’s friends. I met him at a college party a few months ago.”
“He’s in fucking college?” he bites out, followed by the sound of a door slamming in the background.
“Where are you?” I ask.
He ignores me again. “How old is he?”
“Relax. He’s a freshman.”
“Does Derek know about this fucker?”
I almost lie about that, worried he might tell Derek just to fuck with me.
“No,” I say honestly, trusting him to keep my secret. “I don’t want him to know.”
“Did you like it?”
“What?”
“Being fucked, Hails. Did you like it?”
“It was…fine,” I admit. “He was sweet to me, but the first time hurt, and the second time?—”
“The second time?” He sounds furious, and I stifle a laugh. “Tell me his fucking name.”
I don’t. “The second time was…I don’t know. It wasn’t bad or anything, but I can get myself off better. I don’t know what all these girls are telling you, but I think they’re lying. Sex doesn’t feel that good for us.”
“Jesus fucking Christ.”
“What?” I ask, increasing the pressure on my clit, wanting him to keep talking.