Page 8 of Beautifully Devoted

“Dunno. You guys took the bedroom while her friend and I took the couch, remember?”

“Of course, I remember that, I just don’t remember giving her my number.”

“You must’ve if she’s texting you. What’s she want?”

“To hook up again.” I frown at the screen.

“You say that like it’s a bad thing. Yes!” Cam hisses when he scores a touchdown.

“I’m not sure it’s a good thing.”

“Sex isn’t good?”

“I mean it’s not bad, but…”

“You must be doing it wrong, then.”

I pinch his thigh, grinning to myself when he yelps. “I’m not doing it wrong. I don’t do repeats, you know that.” Repeats give the impression I’m interested in something more, and when girls get even the slightest hint of that they go all out trying to make it happen. Offering to buy me a drink, take me to a ballgame or a concert, whatever.

I know how that sounds, but I can’t make that shit up. It’s just easier if I make it clear up front that I’m not looking for anything serious, which is why this text asking if I want to come over so what’s-her-name can cook me dinner makes no sense.

“You could try it.” Cam lifts a shoulder.

“Not with this girl. She’s sorta loud.” That much I do remember, since I’d tried to race to the finish just so she’d stop squealing.

“That’s bad?” Cam pulls his brows together.

“It is when it hurts my ears.” I rub one like it’s still ringing.

“That’s usually a sign you’re doing something right.”

“Yeah, but fuck, sometimes I just want a good groan, you know. Instead of a shriek. Like the ones Liam makes. Dude sounds like he’s losing his mind.” My mind drifts—again—to what I walked in on earlier. Have I ever looked that wrecked while fucking?

“You got a thing for Liam?”

“Not what I said.” I pinch Cam’s thigh again, this time hard enough to make his leg jolt under my head. “I just think the low growl sounds more authentic than a wail, you know.”

“If you don’t like the way girls scream, maybe you’re with the wrong sex.”

“Yeah, right.” I chuckle like I know he’s expecting me to, although that suddenly doesn’t sound as far-fetched as it should. Which reminds me… “How do you know so much about this prostate shit?”

“Google.” Cam starts another game.

“You Googled how to get yourself to come untouched?”

“Not that specifically, but it came up.”

I chew on my lip for a minute or two before pulling up a browser. Fuck it.

According to the answer factory, the prostate forces semen through your urethra when you ejaculate. I guess that could explain why touching it would make you blow your load, although I still don’t follow why that alone would do it. A deeper dive reveals that prostate and penile orgasms are two different things, and prostate orgasms are often considered more intense and come with a shorter refractory period.

Now that’s interesting.

But wait. It gets better. Both of them together are… Well according to the article it doesn’t get any better than that.

That’s what I need. But who would do it?

Of all the women I’ve hooked up with over the years, I can’t picture a single one of them being willing to stick a finger up my ass. And even if I could convince a girl to do it, I can’t imagine their dainty little hands would compare to the raw power of a hard cock, like what I witnessed my roommates doing earlier.

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