“Lots of it,” Ryker interrupts.
“And we’ll take our time stretching your hole. We’ll be gentle, talk you through it.”
Ryker takes over. “At first it might burn, you might tense up, but I promise you we’ll make it feel amazing. You’ve just got to bear down, go with it instead of fight, and give in to the sensation. But we’ll tackle that when the time comes,ifit does.”
I snort. “You’re speaking like I’ve never had anything inside me before.”
Ryker goes quiet. Seconds stretch and I curl my fingers towards my palm, no longer touching my cock through the fabric but hovering my fist above my jeans. I’ve said something wrong, I can feel it, and I’m tempted to bite my fist.
“What the hell does that mean?” Liam asks, and his anger makes me jump then glance around the canteen as if he might leap out from somewhere. “Has someone fucked you before?”
Liam’s seeing red, so densely apparently that he’s forgotten everything I’ve said, how nervous I am at the prospect of anal sex.
“Calm down,” Ryker says, and I’m pretty sure he’s speaking to Liam, not me.
“Freddie . . .” Liam says. “Where are you?”
He’s not calm; he sounds the opposite of calm. He’s like a raging beast, and part of me wants to take flight, but he’ll catch me, I know he will.
“Why do you want to know?” I ask.
“So I can come get you and bring you back to ours.”
“Then what will you do? Strip me naked and examine me for signs that someone’s been there first?” I hear Ryker laugh, but there’s a strain to it. “I’ve not been with anyone like that,” I tell them. “But I have . . .”
“Have what?” Liam asks.
It feels like the ceiling panels are judging me. It feels like the cushions on the seats are listening in, like whatever I say in this room right now will be obvious to everyone at work tomorrow when they come in. I don’t trust these walls to keep my secrets.
“Freddie . . .” Ryker’s coaxing voice gets me to confess.
“I’ve experimented,” I say. “With . . . toys.”
Well, one toy in particular.
“Oh,” Liam says. “Fine.”
Fine . . . in that bored tone?What the hell does that mean?
Ryker laughs. “I’m intrigued . . .”
“It’s stupid—”
“It’s not.” Ryker’s sigh is blissful. “Alone or with company?”
“Alone.”
Ryker groans. “That’s even hotter. You enjoyed yourself?”
“Yes,” I whisper. “The first time, I only used the tip. It hurt like you described, like burning.”
“First time?” Ryker asks. “This is a regular thing? You’ve been holding out on us, keeping secrets.”
“It’s not something that comes up in everyday conversation. ‘Oh, by the way, I got curious and pushed the tip of my girlfriend’s sex toy inside myself, and I wasn’t sure, but I persisted with it until it felt good, now let’s discuss . . .’”
A groan comes through the phone.
“You’re such a pervert.”
