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least until I start praying for death, one of the two. You might as well be torturing me.”
“If I’m torturing you, I’m torturing myself, too.” And then some. The restraint I’d taken to not toss her over my shoulder, caveman-like, and carry her to my bed last night had nearly done me in. I’d barely gotten any sleep, lying awake all night and jerking off, thinking about how sweet she’d tasted when I’d kissed her.
She let out a huff, and her long bangs went flying. “I’ll remind you that I have to go meet with Alex Dare tomorrow, and then you’re dragging me to another party on Wednesday night. Isn’t that enough for now?”
It wouldn’t be enough until I got her to understand I was just as into her as she was into me. And got her into my bed. And convinced her to stay there. “So me telling you I love you is torture? Is that what you’re saying?”
“I know you love me,” she said, exasperated. “Like a sister or something. It’s how I love you, too.”
“Not unless it’s some weird incestuous sort of relationship, and I’ll be damned if you could kiss me like that if you thought of me as a brother.”
“Fine. Maybe I don’t think of you that way, but that doesn’t mean you have to go and humor me. We’ve never been more than friends. There’s no reason that has to change now.”
“Bullshit. And I’m not humoring you. If that was how I felt, none of that would have ever happened. I wouldn’t have been lying awake in bed all night trying to convince myself to stay where I was instead of getting you all hot and bothered so I could hear the sounds you make when you come.”
Pepper turned bright red, and she shook her head. “I—”
“Just stop fighting it, Pepper. This probably should’ve happened years ago, but we were too scared to do anything about it.”
“Maybe we were smart to be scared.”
“Or maybe we wasted all sorts of time.”
She gave me a sulky look that I wanted to kiss right off her face.
“Are you scared of me?”
“I can still put you in a headlock,” she scoffed.
“Maybe.”
“Wanna find out?”
More than she could ever know, but I’d rather she do it with her thighs holding my head in place while I ate her out. We’d get there, though. Eventually. “What I want to find out is how many licks it takes to get your clit to come out to play. I want to know how sensitive your tits are. I want to know if you come harder from your G-spot or your clit. I want to see what kind of kinky shit you’re into. I want to watch you get yourself off and see if you do it with a vibrator or just your hands. And once I’ve learned all that, I want to get you to try things you never imagined you’d like.”
The whole time I talked, her eyes were on me, but she never stopped blushing even if her breathing got erratic. I couldn’t get over how sweetly shy she could be. It was like the absolute opposite of the Pepper-Pot she usually was around me. Fiery. Feisty. Sassy.
“I’m not going to let you spank me,” she said. “Not in public. Not in private. Nowhere. So don’t even think about it.”
If that was what she was worried about saying no to, and not all the rest of it, I figured that meant we were making progress. “No spanking. Got it.”
“I’m not really all that kinky. I mean, yeah, I had a threesome once, but…” She let her thoughts trail off and shook her head. “All that whips-and-chains stuff? Not my idea of a good time.”
“Kinky doesn’t have to mean whips and chains. It can mean fuzzy pink handcuffs or a silk blindfold. It can mean remote-controlled vibrators.” I didn’t mention that I had one, brand new and ready to be used. “It can even just be trying something you’ve never tried before,” I added.
She licked her lips, and I had a hard time not concentrating on the path of her tongue with laser-like focus. Pepper might not want to be turned on from this conversation, but there wasn’t a doubt in my mind she was just as
“If I’m torturing you, I’m torturing myself, too.” And then some. The restraint I’d taken to not toss her over my shoulder, caveman-like, and carry her to my bed last night had nearly done me in. I’d barely gotten any sleep, lying awake all night and jerking off, thinking about how sweet she’d tasted when I’d kissed her.
She let out a huff, and her long bangs went flying. “I’ll remind you that I have to go meet with Alex Dare tomorrow, and then you’re dragging me to another party on Wednesday night. Isn’t that enough for now?”
It wouldn’t be enough until I got her to understand I was just as into her as she was into me. And got her into my bed. And convinced her to stay there. “So me telling you I love you is torture? Is that what you’re saying?”
“I know you love me,” she said, exasperated. “Like a sister or something. It’s how I love you, too.”
“Not unless it’s some weird incestuous sort of relationship, and I’ll be damned if you could kiss me like that if you thought of me as a brother.”
“Fine. Maybe I don’t think of you that way, but that doesn’t mean you have to go and humor me. We’ve never been more than friends. There’s no reason that has to change now.”
“Bullshit. And I’m not humoring you. If that was how I felt, none of that would have ever happened. I wouldn’t have been lying awake in bed all night trying to convince myself to stay where I was instead of getting you all hot and bothered so I could hear the sounds you make when you come.”
Pepper turned bright red, and she shook her head. “I—”
“Just stop fighting it, Pepper. This probably should’ve happened years ago, but we were too scared to do anything about it.”
“Maybe we were smart to be scared.”
“Or maybe we wasted all sorts of time.”
She gave me a sulky look that I wanted to kiss right off her face.
“Are you scared of me?”
“I can still put you in a headlock,” she scoffed.
“Maybe.”
“Wanna find out?”
More than she could ever know, but I’d rather she do it with her thighs holding my head in place while I ate her out. We’d get there, though. Eventually. “What I want to find out is how many licks it takes to get your clit to come out to play. I want to know how sensitive your tits are. I want to know if you come harder from your G-spot or your clit. I want to see what kind of kinky shit you’re into. I want to watch you get yourself off and see if you do it with a vibrator or just your hands. And once I’ve learned all that, I want to get you to try things you never imagined you’d like.”
The whole time I talked, her eyes were on me, but she never stopped blushing even if her breathing got erratic. I couldn’t get over how sweetly shy she could be. It was like the absolute opposite of the Pepper-Pot she usually was around me. Fiery. Feisty. Sassy.
“I’m not going to let you spank me,” she said. “Not in public. Not in private. Nowhere. So don’t even think about it.”
If that was what she was worried about saying no to, and not all the rest of it, I figured that meant we were making progress. “No spanking. Got it.”
“I’m not really all that kinky. I mean, yeah, I had a threesome once, but…” She let her thoughts trail off and shook her head. “All that whips-and-chains stuff? Not my idea of a good time.”
“Kinky doesn’t have to mean whips and chains. It can mean fuzzy pink handcuffs or a silk blindfold. It can mean remote-controlled vibrators.” I didn’t mention that I had one, brand new and ready to be used. “It can even just be trying something you’ve never tried before,” I added.
She licked her lips, and I had a hard time not concentrating on the path of her tongue with laser-like focus. Pepper might not want to be turned on from this conversation, but there wasn’t a doubt in my mind she was just as
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