“So, you’re a fuccboi?”
“You make me sound cheap.”
“Kind of are.”
He laughs again, nodding his head. “Frivolous relationships aren’t my thing, but I’ve still never left anyone on the side of the road.”
“No, you just fuck them and leave them.”
“Everyone knows what they’re getting in to.”
“And they’re just so willing for that agreement?”
“Yeah.” He nods his head.
“Why?”
But he doesn’t answer, he just continues to smirk at me, stepping forward.
“Oh, I see.” I can’t help but smirk back at him as I nod my head. “I get it.”
“What is it you think you get?” He steps closer to me. The look on his face causing my heart to thump hard against my ribcage. I want to squeeze my thighs tight, but I’m sure with how intently he’s staring at me, he would notice.
I need to put a little more space between us, so I take a step back, but I see the interest that registers in his eyes. “You’re cocky.”
He laughs loudly again. “How am I cocky?”
“You think every woman wants to fuck you?”
“I don’t.” He shakes his head. “Not every one of them, but most.” I can’t help but roll my eyes as he leans into me. “But it’s only cocky if I’m wrong.” He steps closer towards me and I take a step back, only I’m sure my eyes widen as my back presses against the wall. He leans in, bracing his hands on either side of me, caging me against it. “So tell me, do you think I’m cocky?”
“So what? You refuse to take me home and bring me back here to fuck me?”
He shrugs. “It wasn’t my original intentions.”
“Sure. You think you tell me my boyfriend treated me like trash and I’ll just fuck you because I’m feeling bad about myself?”
“No.” He shakes his head.
“Sure.”
“It wasn’t.” He pulls away fractionally from me. “I turned around because he did a shitty thing, and I think he should have to sweat it out, let him worry. And if you don’t want me to fuck you. There are three bedrooms upstairs and my brother’s room across the hall you can sleep in. Shit, you can even sleep in here and if you don’t want me to touch you, I won’t.”
I can’t respond. All I can do is swallow.
“But I’m pretty sure you don’t want that, do you?” I look down, breaking eye contact, but just as he did on the bike, he tilts my head up to look at him. Slowly, I shake my head. “But you feel conflicted.” I nod my head. “Because him kicking you out of the car isn’t a clear sign to you that your relationship is over?”
I open my mouth but close it because he’s right.
“Do you think it should be?” He whispers. I can feel his breath on my lips as he speaks.
I nod my head.
His eyes darken as he looks at me. “When’s the last time he went down on you?”
“What?” I’m shocked as I look up at him, expecting him to be smirking, but finding him completely serious.
“When’s the last time he licked your pussy until your legs were shaking around his head?”
