Page 64 of Whirlwind
“Been awake for the last few videos, you pervert.” He rolls toward me, handing me back my phone.
“I couldn’t sleep,” I say, as if that’s enough of an explanation for why I’m watching porn in bed next to him.
“You should have woken me up, I’d have watched with you.” He snakes an arm around my waist and pulls me into him, back to front.
“You need sleep. I was only trying to stay turned on until you woke up, but I kind of fell into a rabbit hole.”
“Again, you should have woken me up. I’m happy to be of service,” he says, kissing the back of my neck. He pulls at my collar, baring my shoulder so he can press kisses there. “Did you see something you liked?”
“Besides the naked hockey player in bed with me? Yes, I think so.”
“What was it?”
I roll around to face him, nervous to say it. Not sure why I liked what I did, or what it says about me that I did.
“I like when he fucks her,” I say timidly. “As opposed to when she fucks him. Does that make sense?”
“Absolutely, it does.”
“Then, why do I feel weird about it?”
“Maybe because you’re looking at it the wrong way,” he says after a moment of thought. “It’s not about him controlling the experience, it’s about him putting in the work.”
“Oh, maybe you’re right,” I say, and ponder what he’s said. Every orgasm I experienced prior to Tyson was solely by me putting in all the work. It is nice to relinquish that, to have someone who wants to bring me pleasure themselves. “Will you…” As bold as I feel, I still can’t say the words.
“Fuck you like that?” he offers easily.
I nod, several times. More times than necessary—I only stop when I start pressing kisses below his chin, the stubble there tickling my lips.
“Yes. The same rules apply, okay? Say the word and I stop whatever I’m doing that makes you uncomfortable.”
“Okay.”
“We haven’t talked about protection, which, in hindsight, seems fucking stupid.”
“I have an IUD that I hate with the fiery passion of the depths of hell, but it serves its purpose,” I say, leaving out the part that it’s protection against predators, not accidents on my part.
“I’ll still use a condom. I haven’t been tested in a few weeks.”
“A few weeks?” I crinkle my nose.
“It’s part of our routine testing with the league,” he says. “I promise, I’m not that big of a slut.”
“I watchShoresy, you’re all sluts,” I tease, also remembering how many women I saw leaving here before he started showing interest in me.
“She’s brilliant, beautiful, and she watchesShoresy,” he mutters, reaching behind him to dig through his nightstand. “I’m done for.”
“Is it weird that we talk so much? I mean, during sexy times.”
“I don’t think so. It’s different, but I don’t get turned off by it. The opposite, actually. I like that you’re vocal,” he says, then rips the condom wrapper open with his teeth. He doesn’t pull it out or put it on, yet, just readies it while he watches me watch him. “I want you wet, Kit. Soaking.”
Jesus. If I wasn’t already, those words would have gotten me there.
“Not a problem,” I mumble, my voice raspy.
“Let me see,” he says. His hand snakes under the shirt I wear, landing on my hip, first, then traveling to my center. Instinctively, I spread my legs wider for him to dip a finger in, then another as he curses. “Fucking hell, I love how responsive you are.”
“I’ve been awake with your hard dick for the last ninety minutes, how else was I supposed to respond?”
