Page 114 of Fakers with Benefits

“I will.” I gently massaged his strong asscheeks. “But not until you tell me what’s going on.”

I’d tried to get my mouth on his ass multiple times, but it obviously made him uncomfortable so I hadn’t pushed things.

“I just… This guy I used to hook up with was the first, and only guy, who would. I asked him to…you know…and he eventually did.”

Hearing about his former hookup sent little currents of jealousy through me.

“Did you know your eyes go super dark when you’re jealous?”

“I did not.”

“Now you do.”

“Nicky.”

“Ugh. Fine. He did it and it felt really good. But after, he said…”

“What did he say?”

“He said I owed him because it was gross and I was a freak for liking it.”

I drew in a breath, taking a moment to calm the storm of anger that barreled through me. Now Nick’s rule about not being judged for what he enjoyed in bed made sense.

“How old was this ex?”

“He wasn’t an ex. I’ve only had one ex and she was a she.”

“How old was this former hookup?”

“Twenty-three. Why?”

“Because only someone who is incredibly immature and selfish would ever say that to their partner.”

“Is it gross?” he asked timidly. “Do you actually like it? Or do you just say that?”

Unable to have this conversation while my face was inches from his ass, I got up on my hands and knees. “Flip over.”

“Why?” He flopped onto his back.

“Because I want you to look at me while I tongue that pretty hole of yours. I want you to see how much I enjoy it. How hot you get me.”

“But you haven’t even done it yet. How do you know you’ll like it?”

“Because it’s you.” I motioned to my dick, which was still rock hard despite the break in the action. “Just being near you is enough to make me lose control. I’ll enjoy it because I’m sharing it with you.”

“There you go with that being nice stuff again.” He swallowed hard.

“This isn’t me being nice.” I lay between his spread legs. “It’s me telling the truth. Nothing more. Now, if you want to experience how a man and not an immature boy pleases his partner, lift your legs and prop a pillow behind your head so you can see everything.”

Warily, Nick tugged a pillow down and put it under his head. He hesitated, then raised his legs and held his knees up next to his armpits.

His cock lay against his stomach, half hard and flushed and mouthwateringly inviting. I loved going down on him. His reactions were so pure, so real. He didn’t hold back, and he genuinely seemed shocked that I wanted to every time I put my mouth on him.

I knew there had to be more to the situation, and it was obvious he had some trauma associated with receiving pleasure. But now wasn’t the time to try to fix things. Now it was time to blow his mind and make him writhe on my tongue so he forgot about every asshole who disappointed him or hadn’t given him the positive attention he deserved.

“Relax, Nick.” I parted him with my hands. He didn’t clench, but he was tense and distracted. “I promise I want to do this. I can’t think of anything sexier than teasing you with my tongue before I get my cock in you.”

“Okay,” he whispered. “If you’re sure.”

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