Page 12 of Party Favors
It made her wonder if any of the other things she’d learned to dislike would be better if the source were Wren.
“Yep. So what else?” Wren asked.
Recklessness flushed through her. There were things she thought about when she got off, but that she’d never been comfortable broaching with a partner. But Wren wasn’t her partner. Wren was her friend. One of her very best friends.
She closed her eyes. “I want to be able to be honest and for my partner to listen.” She’d slept with so many men who didn’t see her as an individual, didn’t take into account her desires, her preferences. “I want sex … hot sex, that’s like super dirty, but”—she took a big gulp of cider and wiped her hand over her lips—“I don’t know how to get that without it being ugly. I don’t want to choke on someone’s dick or be used. I don’t want to be called names but also kind ofdowant to be called names, you know? I want my dirty sex to be romantic, and I’ve yet to find anyone capable of that. It’s either tedious as hell or demeaning.”
Wren slipped the bottle out of Amanda’s hand. Amanda opened her eyes in time to see Wren’s lips come away from the bottle slightly wet.
Oh God.
“I understand what you want,” Wren said, her voice indulgent and slippery in the near darkness.
Those might have been the hottest words ever spoken, and Amanda was pretty sure Wren wasn’t even trying.
“You do?”
“Yeah. You want someone to call you a ‘pretty little bitch’ because it’ll make you feel good, and they worshipyou. Not because they think you’re actually a bitch.”
Amanda nodded. Her heartbeat pulsed in her ears.
That was exactly it.
Bingo. A hole in one.
“You want to be held down and eaten out because you’ve been a good girl, and you deserve to be lavished with pleasure.”
Amanda held her breath. She didn’t know how to look away. Wren was watching her with intensity and calculation in her dark brown eyes.
“You want it to be a give and take between you and your partner,” Wren said. “Not only a take. To find someone generous. To maybe be generous in return?”
“Uh-huh.” Amanda’s whole body felt hot and shaky.
God, she was turned on. Yeah, she’d been on a knife’s edge all day because Wren just got to her, but this was something else. She couldn’t remember the last time her motor had turned over so fast. She shifted, the silk of her sleep shorts sending a wave of sensation through her. She ached to have that silk on her clit. Her ass. Without the barrier of her panties.
“You want someone who can stuff you full without it feeling like they’re taking from you. To press their fingers into your mouth because they love the feel of your tongue and you love the taste, not because they want to silence you.”
“Yes.” Amanda gasped in a noisy breath. “That.”
Wren smiled like she knew exactly the effect she was having on Amanda. It seemed deliberately evil but in the best way. In the exact way Amanda craved. Wren was teasing her, and Amanda loved that, but if it wasn’t real, she didn’t think she could withstand more of it. Fuck, Wren could probably talk her into an orgasm without much effort. All Amanda had to do was shift and …
Amanda shot off the bed. “Need to pee. BRB.”
She was halfway down the staircase before she realized she’d literally said “BRB” out loud.
The embarrassment should have been a douse of cold water, but it didn’t even touch the heat spreading through her.
She reached the bathroom, shut and locked the door, and ripped down her shorts and panties. Luckily, she had the foresight to turn the water in the sink up to full blast because the moment she touched her clit, a low moan escaped her throat.
She was wet and blood warm, her heartbeat throbbing in her pussy. Fuck, it wouldn’t take much, and it wouldn’t take long. She planted a hand on the sink, spread her legs, and peered herself in the mirror.
Her hair was messy, spilling over her shoulders and down her back. Her eyes were bright, her cheeks red. Leaning over like this, she could see the top of her breasts through the loose neck of her sleep shirt. Her peaked nipples tented the silk.
This was reckless and wild and undoubtedly a mistake, but nothing was going to stop her.
She’d never felt so sexy, and that was Wren’s doing. It was the thought of Wren sticking her fingers into Amanda’s mouth or calling her a “pretty little bitch.”
“Shit.”
