"Don't appreciate me looking through your stuff?"
I nod.
"Was thinking with my cock. Won't do it again."
That's it? He's not objecting or calling me ridiculous or insisting it was for my own good. He's just respecting my boundary and moving on.
Somehow, I manage to pull my eyes away from his body to take in the room. It's so Tom. Just flashy enough with a disco ball on the ceiling, a sleek modern armchair in the corner, star decals all over the walls.
"You think that's something. Look at this." He reaches for the side table and presses a button.
The lights turn off except for the one on the disco ball. The star decals glow in the semi-dark. An R&B slow jam plays.
Tom tugs at something tied to the sleek white headboard—bondage restraints.
I almost trip over my feet and I'm standing still.
He smiles. "You okay, kid?"
"You're into bondage?"
"From time to time."
"You tied up or you tying up?"
"Either way. I'm game for almost anything." He pats the spot next to him. "As long as you're into it."
"I don't know about those."
"That's all right. It's not my main thing." He pushes himself off the bed and slides his arms around me.
"What's your main thing?"
"Making you come."
I squeeze him. It's the only way to balance. "Me specifically?"
He nods. "I've never been with somebody I cared about before. It's different. Better."
My cheeks flush. My whole fucking body is on fire. I untangle myself from his arms and plant on the bed. Now I don't have to balance. But these clothes are damn confining.
Tom sits next to me. He pulls me onto his lap so I'm straddling him and pushes the straps of my top off my shoulders. "If you don't want to use the vibrator, tell me. I'll get you something else." He runs his fingertips over my thighs. "My hands are at your disposal at the moment but I'm afraid I can't let you take them home with you."
"No, I do."
"Have you been using it?"
I shake my head. "Just my hands."
He unhooks my bra. "Did you think about me?"
"Yes." A lot. "Have you thought of me?"
"Haven't had too many chances to fuck myself but I thought of you every time." He pulls my top over my head. Pushes my skirt off my hips. "I've never wanted anyone the way I want you."
"Never? You've been with a lot of women."
"Barely cared enough to learn their names." He lays me flat on my back and slides my panties to my feet. "Never been with anyone more than three nights. Usually bored by the second. It's not as awful as it sounds. Always make sure a woman enjoys herself—"
