Page 35 of Hot Doggin'
The title grabs my attention. ‘What are you looking for? Take our quiz and get to know yourself and your partner’.
The first question asks about touch and erogenous zones. I already know where I like to be touched—fucking everywhere. Besides my cock, I love when Stiles plays with my hair. It triggers nerve endings all down my neck and back and makes me feel hyper-aware of him. But where does Stiles like to be touched?
“If you could only touch me in one place, where would it be?”
He looks at me curiously before answering, “Your neck.”
Hmmm, interesting. “How come?”
Stiles shrugs. “I like your neck. Most of it’s covered by your beard, but the skin is soft and whenever I touch it, you shiver.”
Oh. I had no clue. Glad he was paying attention. “What about you? Where do you like to be touched?”
He thinks about it for a minute. “My ass and legs.”
“Really?”
Stiles chuckles. “Back at Bragg, there was this massage place I used to go to. She always gave me a butt massage, and she’d focus on my calves and thighs. Probably to get me hard so I’d give her a bigger tip, but it worked. It turns me on.”
Good to know.“Do you like giving oral?”
“Exams?” he asks, sounding confused. “Speeches?”
I make the motion of poking my tongue in my cheek in sync with my hand.
“Oh, blowjobs? I sure like getting them, but you know I’ve never tried to give one.” He looks at me a minute too long. “Have you?”
“No. But I’ve thought about it.”
“Get the fuck out! You have? With who?”
“No one in particular. But sometimes I watch the guys in group and wonder what it’s like. They look happy, you know? Maybe they know something we don’t.”
Stiles chuffs. “No doubt they do.”
I read the next question. “What would you like me to wear to bed tonight?”
“A muzzle.”
“Be serious.” I slap his thigh. Does he like those buttfloss-thong things? My ass feels chafed just thinking about it. Would he want to see me in lace like he fancies on women? Because I don’t really see that as my thing.
Stiles looks me over and questions, “What’s wrong with what you got on?”
“Nothing. I love these. Just wondering what you like.”
He grunts but doesn’t elaborate. My next question might be a bridge too far. “Do you want to watch me touch myself?”
“Give me that.” Stiles grabs for the magazine, but I hold it out of his reach. “The fuck are you reading?”
“An informative article on men’s health.”
“Bullshit. Sounds like a Cosmo quiz.”
I can’t even hide my grin. “How many of those have you answered?”
He spares me a withering glance and then snatches the magazine out of my hand before I can react. After scanning it for a minute, he reads aloud, “Do you ever sleep without clothes on? I swear to God when I wake up, you better be dressed.”
“Where’s the fun in that?”
