Page 141 of Snowed In

Not that I wanted anything to happen. I still don’t like him, but what better way to kill some time than to get a hand job?

I let out a small laugh at the thought of Christian actually touching my dick. No fucking way would he do that. Ever.

“So, um, do you have a dick piercing?” he asks me suddenly and I freeze, the unexpected question making me laugh again.

“Yeah, I do.”

“Oh, I thought—yeah, I thought I felt something there.”

For some reason, my mouth blurts, “Want to see it?”

“What? No—uh, no way. I just…I was just asking.”

I shrug, like it’s no big deal, and then fucking ream myself out for offering that up. What kind of weird shit is that? I blame it on the snowstorm outside and the fact that I’m stuck in bed with Christian Hart. Maybe the heater is pumping out carbon monoxide and I’m hallucinating this entire thing.

But really it comes down to this man, who I want so badly that I’ve made up reasons why I don’t like him. A balm to my bruised heart. A way to save face.

“Yeah, it’s all good. Bet it would make you really freak out.”

He hesitates a moment. “Why?”

He pauses, really waiting for me to answer, so I huff, “Because you’re a prude.”

He’s quiet after that, almost pondering my statement, and I feel kinda bad for uttering it. No, honestly. I really feel terrible. I need to stop being so mean to him. Because when I think about it, he’s never been anything but nice to me.

“I know I’m a little innocent, but I don’t mean to be. It’s just…”

His words trail off and he sighs.

“What?” I ask as he wiggles around on me once more. He accidentally hits my cock and murmurs an apology before sighing loudly.

“I was just raised in a really conservative, religious home, you know? I wasn’t allowed to try things or experiment.”

I am stunned into silence, feeling even worse about my rude comment, but finally manage to ask, “How strict were they?”

“Um, well, no internet, so no porn.”

“Sad.”

“Yeah, um, and you know I wasn’t allowed to date.”

“Mm, could have been worse.”

“Yeah, but no dating meant no kissing and no…other stuff.”

“And you never thought to break the rules and just do it?”

“I couldn’t. The consequences would have been real bad.”

He’s quiet for a bit and then cuddles up into me a little further, as if taking comfort in my presence.

“It wasn’t worth it. I didn’t really think to even try any of those things until college, but by then, I was too scared.”

“Hold on, Christian. Do you mean to tell me you’re a virgin in all the ways?”

“Um. Yes?”

I huff a laugh and ruffle his hair. “At least tell me you jack off.”

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