Page 44 of The Shake Off

Two shots of tequila didn’t normally warm my blood so quickly, but I’d been surviving on two hours of sleep a night, and not much food, because my appetite was also on hiatus. The nerves I’d had walking in here suddenly didn’t feel so present.

“Well, I guess, how we’re going to do this?”

“You mean, you want me to explain to you about the birds and the bees?” She smirked,again.

I scowled,again.I wanted to wipe that smirk right off her beautiful face, along with her refusal to take this situation seriously.

“Stop being a dick,” I snapped. “You know what I mean.”

But she just stood there, arms crossed over her chest, with one thick dark eyebrow arched pointedly. I thought I’d get away without mentioning the ‘O’ word, but I’d been wrong.

“I need to know what was wrong with… before… apart from…”

“The lack of my orgasm.”

“God,” my teeth gritted. “Do you always just say whatever’s in your head?”

She shrugged. “No point lying, is there?”

I huffed in response because I didn’t have anything verbal to offer. It was true, though her truth was what had gotten me into this mess in the first place. Payton must have read the annoyance in my expression because her smirk disappeared and her eyes softened, only to be replaced by something gentler.

“Okay… there wasn’t anythingwrong,wrong, but… what do you remember of it?”

I shrugged, praying that she couldn’t tell I hadn’t been going over and overand overit in my head. But it didn’t matter how many times I replayed it; I still couldn’t figure it out.

“I dunno. We made out, had sex. I thought we had a good time.”

“It started well, very well…” she closed her eyes and took a deep breath. “All that kissing got me really fired up. I fucking love kissing, and you weren’t bad.”

Fuckingkissing? Girls were so weird. I didn’t even remember kissing her that much.

“Kissing?”

I swear she let out a little moan.

“Mmm, yes. Good kissing really turns me on. You know what else I enjoyed?”

“What?”

“Your fingers, but sadly I only got to experience them for a very short time.” Her plump bottom lip curled into a deep exaggerated pout. “What did you enjoy?”

I didn’t have to think long or hard… I’d been trying not to think about it at all, but it was my turn to almost moan. She might like my mouth on hers, but I liked hers on my dick, and the memory of her lips wrapped around it momentarily pulled me out of my sulk. “You sucking my dick was a highlight. You were very good. Skilled.” The visual of her on her knees swam into my brain. “Fuck, you’d have been swallowing my come if I hadn’t pulled you off.”

“I enjoyed it, you have a very nice dick. Unfortunately, after that, it’s all you were focused on.”

“What?”

One shoulder lifted up in a half assed shrug. “You coming.”

“Oh, I… well…” My words froze and I frowned deeper as hers sunk in. “If you hadn’t been so good at sucking my dick then I wouldn’t have needed to come so badly.”

“Oh no,” the dark polish on her long nail shone under the spotlights as she wagged it, “don’t try and turn this around on me with a back-handed compliment. Haven’t you heard of staying power?”

“I… I…” My mouth opened, then closed, but any explanation I had vanished from my brain. In all the hours andhoursI’d spent analyzing every second we’d been together, I’d never noticed that one glaring and important detail. I’d been so wrapped up in myself I’d just assumed she was having a good time, like every other girl.

Except she was not every other girl.

I wouldn’t be in this situation if she was.

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