Page 15 of Vodka And Virtue

Carlisle chuckled. “Not so well. Truth be told, I think it’s me. Girls like some weird shit I just can’t get into.”

That was news to me, but I didn’t doubt it. My knowledge of women was extremely limited. “Oh yeah? Like what?”

“I don’t know. I’m attracted to women, I just don’t get them. I feel a complete disconnect with the girls I’ve dated. They’re definitely not into the same things I am.”

Swallowing the steak in my mouth, I took a drink of my sweet tea, and I dropped my voice several octaves. “Now I’m intrigued. What kind of things are you interested in?”

Carlisle laughed, hiding his smile behind his hand because of the food in his mouth. “I’m not telling you that! We’re not on that level.”

“We could be. How about I’ll show you mine if you show me yours?”

His green eyes became huge and round. “What are you showing me? I don’t want to see anything of yours.”

Ouch. That stung.“You know, verbal show and tell. Show me your dirty laundry.”

Carlisle shook his head. “I don’t have dirty laundry. My clothes are very clean. No secrets.”

Even if he never gave up his secrets, I was enjoying myself way too much to quit. “Bullshit. I bet you’re soaked in juicy secrets.”

He scoffed disbelievingly and wiped his mouth with his napkin. “You have a wild imagination.”

You have no idea.“Okay, I’ll go first. I like to bottom.”

“What?” He covered his heart with his hand, as if he were truly shocked by my admission.

“You know, bottom? Receiving? I know I look like this big grizzly bear, but I like to be on the receiving end more often than not.”

“Oh. That’s, um…”

His throat bobbed as he swallowed, and I imagined it doing the same exact thing if my dick were in his mouth. Which made my dick harden.

“I can tell you like the idea because your pupils are dilated.” My voice became a husky whisper, so as not to be heard by any other person sitting nearby. I felt as if we had created our own private bubble, oblivious to the goings-on around us. I was positive any minute now, he was going to burst it.

“Are they?” Carlisle squeezed his eyes shut.

Just that simple reaction, trying to guard his eyes from me so I wouldn’t see how the question affected him, made my chest fill with warmth. My instincts were rarely wrong, and they were telling me Carlisle was everything I had hoped to find.

“Open your eyes, Carlisle,” I breathed. He blinked them open, and I gazed into his eyes. “Your turn.”

His eyes started around the dining room. “Um. This isn’t really—”

“Come on. Must be kinky if you're scared,” I goaded.

Just when I thought he was going to call chicken, he blurted out, “I like having my cock warmed!”

He may have said that a little too loudly, several people looked our way. Color suffused his cheeks, and I worked hard to hide my smile.

“Wow, I didn’t see that coming. So what’s the problem with the girls.”

“I don’t know. They pretend like they’re into it, but anything longer than two minutes and they’re finding excuses to quit. They would rather play on their phones, shopping online or scrolling social media, than to give me an hour or two of their undivided attention.”

Idiots. I would give this man hours upon hours of my undivided attention. He wouldn’t even have to ask for it. I leaned across the small table and whispered.

“I have another secret. I like having my mouth used as a wet blanket to warm a soft cock.”

He gasped, and I watched his throat bob as he swallowed. “You like that?”

“Very much. It’s intimate. And soothing. Among other things. Your turn.”

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