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“Good job.”
Oh hell, why does he have to say it likethat. My whole body heats up, and my dick perks up behind my zipper. Holy fuck, don’t look down.
“CanIbe honest now?”
“I mean, I told you my whole life story, so yes, please. If you did that, I’d feel a little less ridiculous.”
He hesitates a moment and then says, “I wasn’t turning you down. Like I said, you surprised me.”
“I tend to do that. I’m very overeager.”
He grins and swipes a hand over his mouth. “And I don’t think you’re bad-looking.”
“Gee, thanks.”
“I mean, you’re cute. Really cute. In a…different way.”
“Fuck off,” I say with a laugh. “You’re not making me feel any better.”
“I mean it. I just…I walked in here expecting someone completely different. And there you were…kissing me.”
“It was a terrible kiss. I could have done so much better.”
His eyes twinkle at that. “I’m sure you could. The problem is, I’m not sureIwould do any better. As you could tell from earlier…I’m not very experienced with…men. I’m not sure anything we do would be any good because of me.”
Is this an opening? Fuck, I would so take it if it is. TNT is off the table, but maybe touching dicks isn’t. Oh god, I’d even go for just a hand job at this point.
Maybe what I need is a good orgasm to fix my broken mind.
“Um, well, it’s not complicated. You know what to do with yourself, right?”
He swallows heavily, his gaze flicking down to my crotch. “Yeah.”
“So, you know, you would just do that to me. Not that I’m saying you should or you will, but…yeah.” I sigh, letting my words trail off.
Echo cocks his head slightly. “What do you like?”
“You really want to know?’
“I wouldn’t ask if I didn’t.”
My dick aches behind my zipper. “Well, I like it a little rough. Tight. Wet hand, fast pace.” My cheeks are burning. I tend to be blunt in my everyday life, but this is kind of a new level for me.
At the same time, I’ve also never been in a dingy, pay-by-the-hour sex motel with a dark web stranger, so why the fuck not. I’ve lost all sense of reason. Hopefully, an orgasm will put this Humpty Dumpty back together.
The breath he lets out trembles.
“But, like, I don’t want to force you to do this,” I add, putting my hands over my crotch. “If you feel pressured, I can totally go on with my life just fine. I’m used to rejection, after all. I’ll forget this ever happened in like a year. Ten at most.”
His eyes flick to mine. “Will you though? You look really stressed.”
“I’m always stressed. It’s my most dominant personality trait. My mom used to call me a nervous nugget.”
He lets out a small laugh and then scrubs a hand across his jaw. “Alright, well, nervous nugget, I don’t feel pressured. I’m more curious than anything. You’re…intriguing.”
I let out a breath I didn’t know I was holding.
“Yeah, well, I am a man of mystery, but I also don’t want to be creepy. Oh god, I’m not creepy, am I?”
