Yes, I fucking did.
Did I like it?
More than I’d like to admit.
And did he also confess to falling in love with me?
Yes, he did.
I wanted to tell him that I was falling in love with him too, but I was so choked up that the words wouldn’t come out, so instead, I kissed him, and that led to the most intense orgasm ever.
“I’m gonna go to the restroom to freshen up before I go back in there.” I tell him as we near the doors that lead into the ball room.
“I’ll come find you after, okay? I want a dance.” He leans down, pressing a kiss to my temple.
“That can be arranged.” I grin, chewing on my lip.
He chuckles, letting his hands slide from mine as he begins walking backward. “Bid on me?” He asks, tilting his head to the side.
“Nah, I don’t like you that much.” I try to hold my smile in, but I can’t, not around him. He makes it so hard not to smile when he’s around.
He smirks at me as his hand reaches the door. “I don’t believe that for a second.” And then he opens the door and walks inside, giving a backward glance to me before the door shuts behind him.
Taking a deep breath, I walk toward the restroom, thankful it’s empty when I get inside because once I look at myself in the mirror, I realize what a hot mess I am.
After cleaning myself up and making myself look semi presentable, I apply my strawberry lip gloss, smack my lips together, and exit the restroom.
Pushing the doors open, I make a beeline for the bar where I spot Nina, Callie, and Payton. The former having a bid off against a girl in a yellow dress across the room.
Greyson mentioned the other day how some of the guys suggested putting themselves up for auction to raise more money for the charity they’re donating to—helping underprivileged kids with getting new hockey gear, something Greyson had suggested to Chase do to because he knew what it was like to not have the most up to date gear.
I swear my heart melted against my chest when he told me that.
“Have fun?” Callie smirks as I approach them, twirling the straw around her drink.
“Yep.” I nod.
Way too much fun.
“I can tell, your cheeks are flushed, and even though you tried to tame your hair down, I can spot orgasm hair when I see it.” She sips her drink.
My cheeks burn as I turn toward the bar tender and order a wine, keeping my ears open as Nina continues bidding against the girl in the yellow dress.
“So, how’s it feel to finally have someone give you an orgasm?” Callie muses, chewing on her straw with a grin on her face.
“Callie.” I warn as my cheeks continue to blush.
I’m not ashamed to admit that before Greyson I’d only ever orgasmed from doing it myself, and I’m also not ashamed to admit that I’d been insanely jealous of Callie for being able to orgasm by someone…and now I know what it feels like, I understand why she goes on about it so much.
It’s a feeling I can’t quite describe, but if I had to, I’d say it’s like when you’re gearing up to sneeze. That initial tingly sensation builds up, making you almost desperate for the release. And then when you finally sneeze, it’s the best fucking feeling ever. It’s a rush of relief and satisfaction that washes over you, leaving you momentarily breathless and content.
So imagine feeling all of that with Kyle, but the sneeze never came. It was a build-up, but no big fireworks. It was like waiting for something amazing to happen, but it never did.The anticipation was there, but the payoff was missing. It left me feeling frustrated and unfulfilled, like something crucial was always just out of reach.
She chuckles. “Okay, fine. I won’t go on about it,” she playfully rolls her eyes. “But I’m happy you’ve finally met someone who can make you come—it’s the best feeling ever, right?”
It is.
“Callie—”
