“That’s not—” His eyes widen, fearful with nerves.
“Leighton, you don’t have to make excuses. Okay? I get it.” He has the same deer in the headlights look as every other guy when they discover just how inexperienced I am. I roll my eyes because all men are the same. “Everyone wants to get laid, but no one wants to deflower the virgin.”
He raises his brow and points in the air. “Actually, there are men who pay high dollar for the privilege.”
“Leighton,” I scold.
“Sorry.” He reaches out to brush a lock of my hair back from my face. “I don’t think you realize how beautiful you are, or how . . . intimidating. That’s the part that’s scary. It’s a very real worry. The expectation that most guys are too chicken shit, or honestly can’t deliver. And you don’t deserve to be disappointed. Not your first time.”
“Oh.” My mind reels with this information. By the serious dip of his brow I have to consider he’s telling the truth and not just giving me lip service. “That makes sense, actually. Thanks.”
“Anytime.”
“But watching porn—amateur porn—you think that’ll help for when I actually do the deed?”
“It can’t hurt.”
“I don’t even know where I’d find such a thing.” I laugh at my inexperience.
“I’m probably going to regret this, but . . .” He blows out a long breath. “I could show you.”
And just like that every molecule in my body comes alive with awareness. “Yeah?”
“Yeah, here.” He reaches for his back pocket and produces his cell. Scooting closer, he grabs a pillow and settles it under his chest so we’re side by side. He flicks through the screens on his phone until he lands on the icon with a lowercase T. The feed populates, but before I can see he’s at the search bar typing with his phone tilted away from my view.
“Maybe let’s start . . . here.” He takes his phone and places it between us both so we can see. Only I can’t really. “Here.” He adjusts the volume and my hotel room amplifies with heavy breaths, and the wet sounds of slurping.
I scooch closer on the bed so we’re touching, all the way down one side from shoulders to hips.Oh, hell.The heat of his body along with the explicit images on screen send a jolt of lust through my body. My clit thrums with the need to be touched, and the urge to press my body to his takes over my thoughts. My nipples tighten and press against the soft fabric of my top.
If I were bold I’d turn into him, run my hands up his broad chest, beg him to kiss me, and pull him down on top of my body. I ache to feel the heaviness of his chest press against mine. The desire is almost enough to get my limbs to move. Almost.
But I’m not bold or brave. The chance that he might reject my advances suspends my body immobile. I can’t even lift my gaze from the screen to gauge his reaction. If I find he isn’t interested, or worse, indifferent, it would crush me.
24
Leighton
What the hellam I doing?
This is crazy. Fucking torture, yet here I am lined up with my ticket in hand and waiting for the pleasure. Watching porn with Opal. Hot. Really fucking hot. Only I didn’t consider the consequences. Namely, my throbbing dick. I’m stuck now. I can’t very well get up and leave all casual and friendly-like with a massive hard on.
The blowjob video ends on a still of the girl’s mouth wide open and full of her man’s release. Before I have a chance to turn it off, another video auto populates and begins playing on the screen.
“Oh.” Opal’s exclamation comes out breathy and I don’t have the willpower to look at her. Instead I stare at the couple on screen. The girl is riding her man—aggressively, and the entire scene is hot. Really fucking hot considering I imagine Opal riding me the same way. The woman moans and my dick throbs.
“Look at me when I fuck you!”
Opal and I wince in unison as the man slaps his partner’s face three times in a row.
And just like that the video isn’t hot anymore. “That’s not . . .” My words fall away along with the hardness of my dick. I pause the video before things get any worse.
“Do guys like that?” Opal’s eyes are wide as saucers as she lifts her gaze to mine. “Hitting?”
“Uh, that’s the thing I should have warned you about. When it comes to porn there’s a little of everything. Different kinks for different folks.”
“That looked like it hurt.” She worries her bottom lip between her teeth.
I agree, and slapping a woman never got me off. “Yeah.” I blow out a long breath, my erection practically non-existent now. Now would be a good time to leave. I should go. I open my mouth to say good night, but she speaks first.
