Page 22 of Sour Lollipops and Sweet Nightmares
Damnit, I looked.
I quickly turned my face to the side as heat flooded my cheeks.
“You’re so sexy when you blush.”
I didn’t know how to respond, and not because I was worried about what to say. There were literally no words in my brain.
He leaned in so close that his breath warmed my ear. “Stop chewing on your lip or I might bite it.”
I immediately sucked my bottom lip into my mouth. No one would be biting anything.
“Fuck, I love the good girl act.” He let out a low groan that increased my mortification and made me look around, fearful that people were watching.
No one was.
“Now,” he sucked in a breath and sat back. “I’m not promising a relationship or anything like that—I don’t do girlfriends, Georgia—but I will make you come, a lot. Preferably while you’re riding my face.”
He did not just say that.
For the first time since I sat down, the girl at my table pulled her face off the guy she was making out with, and looked my way. “He’s not lying. Kash has skills.”
“Thank you, Rachel. See,” Kash waved his hand at her. “I have references.”
Not sure if I would consider that a reliable reference, nor did I want any.
“So what do you say, Georgia? You want me to lick your pussy until you’re screaming my name.”
What did I say? “Um… no thank you?”
Kash was attractive and all, but I had yet to kiss someone, let alone have sex. Not to mention, I was a little scared of him. I was still holding my coffee mug in the air, unsure if I wanted to take a drink or throw it at him.
“Playing hard to get,” he winked. “I like it.”
“I’m serious.” Could he not tell that? Maybe I said it wrong? I should clarify just in case. “I don’t want to have sex with you.”
“Not yet, but you will.” He sounded awfully sure of himself. “You’re not the first shy girl I’ve met. Just ask Rachel. I broke her out of her shell.”
But I wasn’t shy, and I highly doubted Rachel was, given the fact that she had gone back to making out in the middle of the cafeteria. Shy people didn’t like public displays of affection, or public anything.
“There’re a few things we should go over first. Certain kinks I have… How are you with anal?”
Did I miss something? As far as I knew, I hadn’t agreed to anything.
“It’s okay, anal is something we can work up to.”
Work up to? How about we work up to a kiss, or a date? Something normal.
“Let’s see,” he scrolled through something on his phone. “I have next Monday night open, does that work for you?”
Was he scheduling sex? How many partners did he have? I had so many questions, none of which I honestly wanted to know the answer to.
“No.” It most definitely did not work for me.
“Okay, well the only other time I have available this month is on the fifteenth, but we would only have two hours.”
Only have? How much time did he need?
“I don’t want to have sex with you.” I couldn’t be any clearer than that.
