Page 37 of Bad Call

“It was a complete role reversal. I’ve never been submissive before.”

“Submissive? You mean bottomed?”

“Yes.Bottomed,” he stressed. Baylor popped another cookie into his mouth and licked his fingers clean.

“Don’t go getting crumbs all over my truck.” They were falling all over his lap. He brushed him onto the floor with a smugsmile.

“I was on my hands and knees in front of you with my ass in your face. Do you know how vulnerable I felt?”

“No,” I admitted.

“Well, I had no idea it would feel so different until it was me in that position. Even sucking your cock made me feel…”

“Submissive?”

“Yes. Submissive.”

“So you’re saying you felt like the woman in the scenario.”

“Kind of, yes.”

I was a sick bastard because my cock was beginning to thicken. “And?”

“Like I said, I felt vulnerable. Exposed. All of a sudden, I started to care what my partner thought of me. I’ve never sucked cock before. I worried that maybe I didn’t please you, that maybe I was completely terrible at it, and left you unsatisfied, and that maybe that was why you didn’t want a repeat. Maybe I did or said something that ruined it for you. How could I walk into a club and try and pick up another man after that? Why, so they could laugh at me? Like you probably were. You shot my confidence all to hell, got in my head, and made me second-guess myself.”

Well fuck. “You don’t seem like the kind of guy who lacks confidence.”

“I’m not! Not usually, at least. But with you, it was… Just forget it. You don’t understand.” He popped another cookie in his mouth, chewing loudly.

This was a side of Baylor I’d never seen before, and Icouldn’t decide if I liked it or not. His candor was throwing me for a loop. “You’re right,” I sighed, “I don’t understand. I’ve never bottomed before. I imagine it’s… I can see how you felt vulnerable. If I’d known the way I handled it would cause you so much stress, maybe I would have stayed.” Truth be told, there was a part of me that wanted to stay with him that night, but God himself couldn’t get me to admit that to Baylor.

“I don’t need you to hold my fucking hand,” he mumbled petulantly.

“Fine, what do you want from me then?” I huffed, becoming angry again. No matter what I said, I couldn’t win.

“Nothing. I shouldn’t even have told you.”

I snagged a cookie from the bag. “You have nothing to worry about, by the way.”

He turned to me, shocked. “What?”

I bit into the cookie, chewing almost as loudly as he had. “You said I made you second-guess yourself.” The words sounded garbled around my mouthful. “You shouldn’t, you have nothing to worry about.”

“What are you saying?”

For fuck’s sake, he knew what I was saying! “I’m saying the way you sucked my dick, I would’ve never known it was your first time. It felt…” I grabbed another cookie from the bag in his lap. They provided a great distraction.

“Don’t leave me hanging, Coach.”

“It felt amazing. So did being inside of you. The way you moved, the sounds you made, the way you pushedback against me, wanting more. You were incredible.” So incredible I couldn’t get it out of my head.

“Yeah?” A cute smile played around his mouth.

“Jesus,” I complained, rolling my eyes. “Are you fishing for compliments?”

“No, but you’re dishing them out, so I’ll take them.”

“That’s all I’m gonna say, then. You’ve got nothing to worry about.”

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