“Seriously?” He looked surprised. “No guy has ever asked you what you like in bed?”
I shook my head. “They just get on with it.”
“Shit, Ella. You’ve really been missing out.” He shifted closer, his arm brushing mine, and my skin felt like it was on fire. “Do you like being eaten out?”
My heart was racing, but I shrugged nonchalantly. “No one’s been particularly good at it.”
He smiled, flashing his teeth. It made him look dangerous. “I’m good at it.” He leaned in closer, and when he murmured, his breath tickled my ear. “I love eating pussy. I bet yours is sweet.”
“I — I —”
“Nervous?” he said. “Don’t be. We’re both here to have a good time.”
“Don’t you just want to get off?” I asked.
“I want to make you cum too,” he said.
“Why?”
“Why? Why not? I’m not an asshole, you know, despite what you might think. Everyone’s supposed to have a good time during sex. Besides,” he said, sliding a hand on my thigh. “It’ll be a real ego boost when I make you cum on my cock.”
I felt my cheeks go pink, but maintained a frown. “You won’t,” I said. “I’ve never —”
“There’s a first time for everything,” Jordan said. “Now, how ‘bout we stop chatting and get to it? Because for the past five minutes, I’ve been distracted thinking about how much I want to play with your tits.”
That night was the first time a man had made me orgasm. Jordan proved all of my skepticism wrong. There was only one word for him: talented. Talented fingers, talented tongue. He got me to rest my ankles on his shoulders, so that when he thrust into me, his dick hit my g-spot perfectly.
After we finished, his bedsheets were damp with sweat, and I was completely exhausted. Jordan, wearing nothing but boxers-briefs, had padded over to his kitchenette and poured himself a glass of water. He looked over his shoulder.
“Want one?”
I nodded. He brought me a glass and sat beside me.
“You’re beautiful, you know,” he said, handing me the glass.
I took it and rolled my eyes.
“I’m serious,” he said. “Take the compliment.”
“Thank you,” I said, “but I bet you say that to all the girls.”
He smiled and shook his head, as if privately amused by something I said.
After I finished my glass of water, I reached over the bed, searching for my clothes. I knew it was time to get out of there.
“Hey, listen,” Jordan said. “Do you want to do this again?”
I looked at him. “What do you mean? Like a friends with benefits sort of thing?”
Jordan nodded. “You enjoyed yourself, right?”
I blushed, because there was no way I could lie. Jordan had seen the way my legs shook, the way I grabbed the bedsheets as I came.
“I wasn’t lying when I said your pussy felt like it was made for me,” he continued, referencing the comment he’d made ten minutes earlier, when we’d been in the middle of fucking. He’d said so many filthy things. Most of the men I’d been with were quiet, but he wouldn’t stop, and it’d been so hot. He leaned forward, grazing his fingers over my naked thigh. “I want to fuck you again.”
“Okay,” I said, after a moment. The truth was, after the mind-blowing sex, I couldn’t say no to him.
We exchanged phone contacts, and I put him down at “JB” because I didn’t want anyone to accidentally see the name “Jordan”. Then, I got dressed, and slipped out of his room like a thief in the night.
