Page 89 of Plays Well With Others

A tingle rushes down my chest. I feel fizzy and good in a way that’s more than sexual, even though I know this thing between us is an experiment with an end date. Yes, I want mirror sex, but I also want to do something for him.

“Rain check on our plan tomorrow night? But it’s for a lesson on my knees.”

His eyes sayhell yesas he nods. Maybe even growls.

Ha, take that. He’s mine for a little longer.

30

THE LUCKY SPATULA

Carter

Guys with big dicks get no sympathy. I get it. It’s a gold-plated problem. But here’s what no one tells you about a large hammer.

Most girls don’t want to suck the chrome off your bumper. And hey, no shade on the ladies. I’d be afraid my jaw would detach too.

So, I don’t get my hopes up when I go to her home the next night. I’m more than happy however things go.

Rachel swings open the door, seductively licking a pink lollipop. And all my hopes rise along with my instant erection. Plus, she’s wearing a white camiwith no bra.

“Come in,” she says after a long, sensual lick.

“Yeah, I think I just did.” I step inside. An unfamiliar tune is playing from her mini speaker on the living room table. Sounds sexy, in aneightieskind of way. “What’s that?”

“Mood music. ‘Head’by Prince,” she says.

Someone doesn’t plan to back down. Bless her. Just fucking bless her. “Nice pick,” I say, and this is all new.

The whole setup.

I’m used to doing the seducing. I’ve always taken the lead with sex. That’s what I like, and that’s what a lot of women I’ve been with have liked. But I’ve never walked into a woman’s home with her ready to seduce me.

With her mouth.

The lights are low in the living room but not off. Fantastic. I want to watch her. There’s a bottle of cherry-flavored lube on the coffee table and a hand towel. Right next to a large pink dildo.

I have questions, but I’ve got an answer to the most important one. It’s yes. As in, yes, so far, I like being seduced by her.

She takes my hand and guides me to the couch. “Sit,” she says. Immediately, she shakes her head, embarrassed. “Wait. Sorry. I should, um, get you ready with some foreplay.”

Laughing, I close the distance between us and grab the back of her head. “Sweetheart, I was ready yesterday when you invited me over. I was more ready when I walked up the steps to your home. And I was the readiest when you opened the door sucking a lollipop.” I take the candy from her hand and press a hello kiss to her lips, murmuring over the sugary sweetness of the sucker—she tastes like strawberry.

I break the kiss, setting the candy on a coaster on the table. “There. One hundred percent ready and then some.”

“I had it all planned. I practiced on Little Carter,” she says, then gestures to the sex toy.

My brain is a fried egg on a hot sidewalk on a summer day. “You named a sex toy after me?”

She nods, eagerly. “Yes. Do I get an A plus?”

“You’re a star student,” I say, but I’m a star teacher too. I’ve learned a thing or two about what Rachel needs—some bossing around. “Now, listen, your teacher has a whole lesson for you. And it starts like this. Take off my shirt. Unzip my jeans. And get out my dick.”

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Five minutes later, I’m naked on her couch, legs spread like a king, and the sexiest woman I’ve ever known is kneeling between my thighs, running her hands up and down my legs.

I’m shivering.

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