Page 14 of Bonding with the Beta

“I mean,” he gestures to the TV, “this is practically porn at this rate.”

I glance over and get an eyeful of the woman’s breasts as they bounce in the man's face as she rides him. God, this feels more awkward than watching sex scenes with your parents. I’m heating up—and not in a good way.

“What do you have against porn?”

“Nothing.” He laughs. “I’m pro-porn, as long as it’s ethical.”

The scene changes to where he rolls her over so she’s on her back, and the sound of the bed bangs against the wall.

I narrow my eyes at him. “Ethical porn involves the woman actually climaxing,” I mutter under my breath.

Kayden snorts. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

“That most men don’t know how to truly please a woman.”

“Yeah, right.”

“Trust me.” My brows raise. “Girls know how to fake that shit. Men are oblivious to it all. It’s sad, really.”

Kayden rests his arm on the back of the sofa, his fingers inches from the tip of my shoulder. “Surely not the entire male population.”

I pin him with a stare. “A lot of men don’t even know where the clitoris is. That’s a huge problem in itself.”

“Can’t relate,” he says simply.

A laugh tries to fall from my lips, but it gets stuck when I realise what exactly we’re discussing. “You would say that,” I murmur and focus my eyes back on my laptop when the TV show finally changes to another scene.

“Because I don’t understand female anatomy? Kayleigh, I’ve done my fair share of research.”

I don’t look at him. I don’t look anywhere other than the words on my screen, which become blurry the harder I try to focus. My chest is heavy at the thought of him doing research.

“And why would you do that?”

“Because I believe sex isn’t about me. It’s about the woman I’m experiencing it with. It’s simple. If she’s having a good time, I’m having a good time.”

My heart stammers at the smoothness of his voice. Men can admit they want sex to be about their partner, but when they’re in the moment, it’s a whole other story.

“Yeah…well,” I lick my lips, “not all women are the same. So research won’t go very far for you.”

He hums, and I can feel his eyes burn into the side of my head, but I’m still not looking. I can’t. I won’t. I’ll fumble, and that’s the last thing I need right now whilst we discuss sex openly, like we’ve known each other for years.

“That’s why communication is a big thing for me. It’s not hard to learn what your sexual partner likes and doesn’t like. Granted, men can get insecure about being told what they’re doing is wrong. But how will they learn if they don’t ask and listen to their partner? It just makes them shitty lovers,” he states plainly, and I hate the raw honesty in his voice. “And women deserve better than that.”

My eyelashes flutter at the way he speaks. I shouldn’t be pressing my thighs together like I am right now. I don’t want to admit it, but from what I can see so far, he doesn’t have an ounce of toxic masculinity in his body.

I’ve always believed that’s the issue with a one-night stand. You’re both there for your own pleasure, rarely the other person's. How are you meant to fulfil your needs when he fucks like he’s on a pogo stick?

Yeah, I’ve experienced it all.

“Don’t tell me you’ve doomed all sex because a couple of guys couldn’t find your clit?” Kayden drawls lazily.

I suck in a breath and glance at him unexpectedly. “You’d be surprised how selfish university students can be.”

His dark eyes drag over my face slowly. I’m exposed to him, and I pray my cheeks don’t start to tint pink; otherwise, I’m packing my shit and heading to bed without looking back.

“I suppose you need to blow off some steam.” He gestures to my laptop, which has my essay open on the screen.

“Yeah,” I exhale and shove it to the side. “Except it would be good if I could ever finish.”

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