Page 8 of Surrender

Vee shook his head. “Absolutely not.”

I glanced at Embry, who gave me an encouraging smile. I didn’t know him very well, but he didn’t seem like the judgmental type, so I said, “Okay, fine. I met this guy back in February on one of the hookup apps, and?—”

Vee asked, “Which one?”

“Does it matter?”

“I guess not.”

“Anyway, we messaged back and forth for a while, and it was smoking hot. His photo was too, and?—”

“Face pic or dick pic?” That was from Embry.

“Neither. Anyway, I agreed to go to his hotel room, even though he’s not my usual type.” I took a sip of the drink in my hand, which turned out to be sangria, and continued, “It started off great.”

Vee asked, “Did you kiss him?”

A shiver of pleasure ran down my spine as I remembered the way he’d grabbed me, pushed me against the wall, and claimed my mouth. I’d tried not to think about that night since then, so I’d almost forgotten how incredible those first moments had been.

My little audience was waiting for an answer, so I pushed the memory aside and cleared my throat. “We kissed when I first got there.”

“Then what?”

All of this was way more information than I usually shared with people, but I knew Vee would keep asking embarrassing questions until he got the whole story out of me. “Then we went right to a blow job.”

His next question was, “Were you giving or receiving?”

“Giving. Everything was going great, until he startled me.”

Vee raised an eyebrow. “Startled you how?”

“He sneezed, but it was more of a yell.”

Embry nodded. “I used to have a coworker who did that, and it always scared the crap out of me. Instead of a nice, little ah-choo, it was more like AH-PLAH!”

He shouted that last bit, which made the parakeet retreat to the safety of the fireplace mantel. I gestured at Embry and exclaimed, “Exactly! And when he did that, I reflexively bit down and?—”

Vee yelled, “Oh my god, you bit his dick off!”

Upon hearing that, the rest of his housemates ran in from the kitchen. Yolanda, who was a nurse, seemed highly concerned as she asked, “What happened?”

“Nothing!” My cheeks were burning. “I did bite him, but I didn’t bite itoff.”

Her wife JoJo asked, “Wait, who got bit?”

“Tracy was telling us about a hookup that happened a few months ago,” Vee explained. “The guy with the bitten dick showed up today as his new roommate.”

JoJo muttered, “Wow, embarrassing.”

Embry asked, “What happened after you bit him?”

“It, um… it set off a whole chain reaction.” My face had to be crimson by now.

Lark and his boyfriend Dylan squeezed in beside Vee and Embry, and Hal perched on the couch’s arm while Yolanda and JoJo shared the remaining club chair. “Start from the beginning,” Yolanda said.

Great, now I had seven people on the edge of their seats for story time. Vee was nice enough to provide a recap so I didn’t have to repeat myself, and once he caught everyone up, he asked me, “How bad was the bite?”

“It didn’t break the skin, but it was bad enough to make him yelp. He doubled over, and I hit him in the face with the back of my head as I straightened up. Then we stood up at the same time and sort of bounced off each other. He was wearing a tank top, and I tried to grab for something to steady myself as I fell backwards. I ended up tearing his shirt off before completely flattening the coffee table.” I sighed, and finished by saying, “Anyway, he was obviously upset after all that, so I apologized and got the hell out of there. That was the last I saw of him, until this afternoon.”

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