Page 45 of P.S. I Loathe You

In fact, it feels like, over time, the pull has gotten even stronger. Maybe a few days away from each other is exactly what we need to finally get this madness out of our systems once and for all.

“Wait—can you do that thing?” I ask as Wes reaches for the bottle of lube on my bedside table.

He quirks a mocking brow. “That thing?”

I feel my face heating furiously. He knows exactly what I’m talking about, the bastard. I swallow hard before saying, “The thing…with your tongue.”

“You’re going to have to be more specific. I do a lot of things with my tongue.”

I groan, tossing my head back in frustration. “You know what I mean!”

He offers a wry smirk. “Going to need you to say it.”

Drawing in a deep sigh, I stutter out, “Can you…um…rim me?”

Before Wes, I’d never been rimmed before. As much as I’ve always loved anal play, it just wasn’t something that had ever appealed to me in the past. Now, of course, it’s difficult to see why.

“There. Was that really so hard?” Wes teases.

I scowl at him. “You’re a prick.”

He lets out a soft chuckle. “It’s beenwellestablished.”

“So…?”

He considers it for a moment before shaking his head. “I don’t think so.”

“What?”

“Well…maybe later,” he allows. “But first I’d like you to dothat thingto me.”

My mouth falls open in shock at his request. “You…that?”

He just quirks an expectant brow, clearly amused by my response.

“I didn’t know you…liked that,” I say awkwardly. It’s a silly thing to say; whowouldn’tlike that?

Wes lets out a soft little chuckle. “Look, you don’t have to if you really don’t want to. But I think you might enjoy it. I know I do. And if you’re worried about, um, hygiene,” he adds, “I’ve already douched.”

I blink at him in surprise. I hadn’t even thought of that. Truthfully, my main concern is that I won’t be any good at it, having never done it before. I’m far from being a slouch when it comes to sex, but Wes is clearly light years ahead of me in terms of experience, especially experience with other men. In the two months we’ve been shagging my horizons have been broadened beyond my wildest imaginings, and I have to admit there are times when I find it hard to keep up.

“Okay, fine. But if I’m really bad at it you’re not allowed to make fun of me.”

He holds his hands up. “Trust me, you won’t even know. I’ve had plenty of opportunities to practice my fake groans of pleasure over the past couple of months.”

I punch him hard in the shoulder, scowling. “Do you want me to lick your arse or not?”

He lets out a loud bark of laughter. “Hey, you said it without blushing! This is progress.” He rolls off me and onto his back, spreading out on the pillows as though he’s a prince waiting to be pampered.

“What are you doing?”

“Getting comfortable. So you canlick my arse,”he adds with a waggle of his eyebrows.

I hesitate for a moment, not loving the idea of doing this front-on, but Wes has never balked at any of my requests so it’s only fair that I give him this one.

I’m feeling a little too nervous to dive right in, so instead I climb on top of him and seal my lips over his. This is good; familiar territory. We continue to make out, our bodies moving together, until I’m able to gather the courage to move south. I go slowly, savouring my journey down his body; running my tongue over his inked skin, tugging at his nipple ring with my teeth, paying special attention to that belly piercing that I can never get enough of.

When I finally get to my destination, I’m far more relaxed and Wes is positively thrumming with desire.

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