The first taste of her cunt was a shock to the system. Before tonight, if you'd told me all pussies tasted the same, I'd have believed you.
But tonight, I was a changed man.
CHAPTERFOUR
For one blissful moment,as the early mornin' sun tried to murder me through the window, I forgot what a complete and total disaster I was.
But before I could even deal with my raging morning wood—which, for the record, had nothin' to do with needin' to piss—it all came roarin' back like a freight train to the face.
Ah, fuck.
Turned out my shame really did know no bounds.
After my mystery viper ground her pussy against my face for what felt like forever but probably wasn't nearly long enough, she came in my mouth on a scream that probably woke half the town. And I—Jesus Christ, still embarrassed about this—came right along with her. All over my own damn stomach. Without her so much as breathin' on my dick.
So that was my first sexual encounter outside of Sassy.
Embarrassing as hell? Absolutely.
But also… fuck me sideways, it was like a goddamn religious experience. Like I'd been livin' in black and white my whole life and someone just cranked the color saturation to eleven.
I was flyin' higher than a kite for all of ninety seconds while she rode out her orgasm on my face. Then she climbed off me like I was a piece of gym equipment she was done usin', got dressed like she was suitin' up for war, and finger-combed her sex hair back into place.
Then she walked out.
No name. No number. Nothanks for the orgasm, boy scout.
Just gone.
And I'd laid there like an idiot, her taste still coatin' my tongue and my own mess coolin' on my stomach, tryin' to process what in the actual fuck had just happened to my life. Prior to this little rendezvous, I was a man who'd only ever kissed one woman, only ever touched one woman, only ever been inside one woman. And there I was, tastin' a stranger on my lips like evidence of a crime I wasn't sure I regretted committing.
Must've been too much for my whiskey-and-pussy-drunk brain to handle, because I passed out harder than a teenager after his first kegger.
Which brought us to now. Me, squintin' at the ceiling with a hangover that felt like divine punishment, and—oh, for fuck's sake—dried cum flaking off my abs like the world's most disgusting confetti.
Hell, we'd almost fucked without a condom. So fucking stupid, but saved by my big cock, I guess?
Yeah. I was a walkin' advertisement for poor life choices.
But here was the thing that was really messin' with my head: I couldn't stop thinking about her. Not just the sex—though, my God, the sex—but the way she'd looked at me. Like she could see right through all my bullshit to somethin' I didn't even know was there.
With Sassy, everything had always been… comfortable. Familiar. We knew each other's bodies like we knew our own, could read each other's needs without words. It was good—hell, it was great. But it was also predictable in a way that I'd never questioned until last night.
Last night had been chaos. Raw and desperate and completely out of my control. She'd made me feel things I didn't even know I was capable of feelin', and then she'd walked away like it meant nothin' at all.
LikeIwas nothing.
That stung worse than my wounded pride. Worse than waking up alone. Worse than realizin' I was probably gonna have to burn these sheets because I was never gettin' her scent out of them.
Dark and smoky and nothin' like the vanilla body spray that used to cling to my pillows.
Fuck.
My dick stirred despite my hangover, despite my confusion, despite every rational thought telling me I should feel guilty as hell about all of this.
But I didn't feel guilty. Not really.
I felt… awake. For the first time in months, maybe years, I felt like I was actually livin' instead of just goin' through the motions.
