Tori doesn’t even blink. “So?’
“What do you mean ‘so’?”
“Bec, I love you. But you don’t always have to overthink things. So it was out of character for you to shed your inhibitions and have a hot-as-fuck make-out with a TikTok star. Who cares? Did it feel good?”
“Of course it felt good. It felt amazing.”
“Did you enjoy it?”
“Yes.”
“Great! That’s all that matters.”
“Not all that matters,” I mutter. Tori gives me a look, and I spill about how the night ended with me sputtering to Gage about how I had never done that with anyone before and how even when he reassured me that it was all okay, I awkwardly hinted that he should leave.
“Oh.” Tori’s expression falls. She pats my hand.
I take another sip of my margarita. “He was amazing, Tori. Like, not only is he an incredible kisser with a jacked body and is sweet and funny, but he’s also supportive and nonjudgmental. Once our kiss started getting more and more heated, he let me lead things. I mean, he practically coaxed me through an orgasm, no thought for himself and what he needed to get off. He was so cool about everything that happened between us. And the whole time, he was turned on. Like, majorly turned on.”
Tori’s brown eyes bulge. “I need details.”
“He was rock hard. And, um, well…judging from his hardness, I could tell that what he has between his legs is likely…very impressive.”
Tori’s eyes practically sparkle. “I knew it! I knew Gage was packing! I mean, he’s got that big dick energy. I could tell from the moment I met him. It’s obvious in his videos too, but to really gauge it you have to be in person, and…”
She trails off as soon as she takes in what I’m sure is my incredulous stare.
“Never mind. That’s not important right now,” she says.
“God, I’m the worst.” I groan and lean back against the arm of my couch. If I hadn’t freaked out and made things awkward, we could have kept going. And I could have…
I trail off as the memory of Gage all hot and panting and turned on clouds my brain. In a split second, I’m propped on the counter of Sweet Cheeks, my legs wrapped around his waist, my fingers digging into his sculpted back and shoulders and biceps. I can taste his mouth again, how soft his lips were, how firm his tongue was as he teased and tasted me.
I can feel how hard his dick was against my thigh, how it throbbed as he shifted and settled between my legs. How good it felt. How just pressing myself against his body turned me on. How fast I was able to orgasm.
“I’ve never come like that before. I mean, I’ve never come so hard or so fast with my clothes on,” I mumble to Tori.
Her brow flies up.
“Before the other night with Gage, I’ve always needed to be naked with a toy or have a guy’s mouth or fingers work my clit. I-I’ve never been able to be fully clothed and just rub myself on someone and have an orgasm.”
Tori downs more straight tequila. “Damn, he’s good.”
“He really is. And I blew it.”
She coughs on her sip. She wipes her mouth. “Bec, don’t tell me you’re going to give up. Clearly this dude has a huge boner for you. Don’t let this be a one-time thing.”
“Hada huge boner. I’m sure it’s long gone now, given I practically kicked him out after making things excruciatingly awkward.”
“You’re not even going to try and start things up again?” she asks, ignoring what I’ve said.
I shake my head.
Tori aims a pointed stare at me. “I wish you wouldn’t give up so easily.”
“What am I supposed to say to him? ‘Hey, Gage. Sorry about kicking you out of my shop with a raging hard-on the other night. Feel like hooking up again?’”
“Sure. Why not?”
