Page 142 of Snowed In

“I mean…I guess. Yeah, that’s normal, right?”

“Totally normal.”

He moves around on me against, once more almost on top of me. The weight of him is deliciously disgusting and I try like hell not to touch him, but fuck, my hands just travel up his back, bumping up his spine and curling into his hair.

He sighs like he enjoys it and nuzzles into my neck a bit.

“I bet you’re not a virgin, are you?”

“Hell no. I’m the slut you accused me of being,” I reply, and he laughs lightly against the skin of my neck.

“Knew it. How many people have you been with?”

“Dunno. Lost count. But I’ve been with them all. Girls. Guys. You name it.”

“Oh, so you’re um, bisexual?”

“Probably more like pansexual. I like it all.”

He leans up, and our eyes meet. “Can I ask you something?”

“Sure.”

“What’s it like? Being with a guy?”

“Nice. Fun. Aggressive. Love it when someone can throw me around a room.”

“Oh, so you’re, like, a bottom?”

“Vers. I take and receive.”

He wiggles against me again and it’s then that I feel it, the press of his dick against my thigh.

Oh shit. He’s hard.

Is he hard because he’s imagining me taking his dick, bent over and panting, or me rutting in between his spread legs, filling him with my cum?

Oh fuck, I don’t know and don’t know if I care which it is.

For some reason, the feel of his cock against my thigh is making me even harder. Hornier.

Oh hell.

“I, um, well, I guess that’s good then, you know, being versatile.”

“It works for me.”

My voice is hoarse, a dry rasp, and he must hear it because his fingers travel up to my throat and play with my Adam’s apple again. Dreadful, sexy man. He really shouldn’t be touching me at all.

He’s too innocent, too sweet.

I hate him even more for having this effect on me.

“What’s your favorite position?” he asks, and my dick twitches aggressively.

“That’s not appropriate, Christian. It’s gonna give me ideas. And I don’t know if you want me to have those.”

“Oh, yeah, you’re right. I shouldn’t have asked that. It was so rude of me.”

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