She laughs and twines her tongue around the top of my dick. My mind blanks from pleasure.
“You like this.”
It’s a statement, not a question, but I nod anyway.
“What about this?” She spits on it, and the image is so fucking lewd, so against everything I know about her, that I come, pulsing against my stomach even as her tongue dips out like she’ll lick it up.
And god, that image.I groan, still coming, and she laughs.
“You want me to?” She gestures.
“I’ve never—” I swallow, because it seems like too much to ask.
She licks me clean, humming at the taste, laughing softly. “I’m adding it to my list.”
I lever up on my elbow, shaking from the force of the orgasm I just had, to see Katie smiling at me.
“What list? Do you have some kinky shit I don’t know about?”
“No.” Her face gets pink. “I have a list on my phone. I’ll show you.”
She gets up, and I watch her walk. Katie Bailey is naked and unashamed in front of me and I want to rewind time and leave a note for myself to remember every second of this. I want to pin my eyelids open so I never blink again.
She climbs back onto the bed and drops a phone into my lap. I do blink now. There’s a long list in front of me on her phone’s notes app, and my heart is suddenly lurching into my throat.
I scroll, thumb flicking, then slowing as I reach the top.
“Things Tristan likes.”
She looks embarrassed. “I started it—”
“I know when you started it.” Of course I know. My favorite ice cream flavor is right there at the top. The pint we shared on the roof the night of the very first birthday I had with her. Two weeks after we met.
It’s followed by a myriad of other things.
Staying up too late
Robert Frost poems
Documentaries about science
Unsolved mysteries
Singer-songwriter music
Top-down car rides
Swimming in the ocean any time of year
Would pick cheddar over mozzarella if he had to eat one for the rest of his life
Hates birthdaysTolerates birthdays
Loves giving and receiving gifts
“I don’t think I deserve you,” I say thickly.
Those old doubts and insecurities race through me, but they’re muted. They might always be there, but Katie keeps them from gaining new life.
