Page 23 of Tell Me Something

He lifted the comforter up over me as he snuggled me close, fitting my naked backside against the side of him.

Despite the uncomfortable position of still being bound, I tried to wiggle back into him, feeling his laugh.

“Insatiable.”

“I thought we’d have sex now?”

“My way means that I say when and how I want you. Get some sleep. We have a long day tomorrow.”

I was disappointed and tried not to pout. My first-ever orgasm, and yet I already craved more. I wasn’t sure if his denial was a control issue or if there was something he wasn’t telling me. “I’m still tied up.”

He reached around and settled my hands in front of me. He then loosened the silken tie but didn’t unknot it altogether. “I don’t trust that you won’t try something if I untie you right now.”

“But I want to touch you,” I whispered.

I felt him sigh. “Another time, or weren’t you satisfied?”

I sensed a touch of agitation in his voice and did my best to flip over to face him. Not so easy with my hands tied, but I managed and searched his eyes.

“I’ve never felt that before,” I admitted.

His gaze narrowed. “You’ve never had someone go down on you?”

“Well, that, and I’ve never had, well, you know, an orgasm.”

He looked stunned, and then skepticism crept into his eyes. “As sexual as you are, you’re telling me that you’ve never come before?”

What in the hell did he mean by that? “As sexual as I am?”

Exhaling, he raised a brow. “You know what I mean.”

“Actually, I don’t. Why don’t you spell it out?”

“Haylee, obviously you’ve been with other partners—” he started.

“What does obviously mean exactly? Do I have some sort of stamp on me that I’m unaware of announcing my experience?”

Rolling his eyes, he put his hands behind his head. “Go to sleep. This isn’t a conversation that I’m going to win.”

I didn’t like that we were leaving it on this note. “I’ve been with two guys: one in high school and one in college.”

That seemed to get his attention. He rolled toward me.

“The boy in high school—it was the first time for both of us. So in his defense, neither of us knew what to do, let alone have the opportunity to do it. Back seats of cars and before parents come home isn’t exactly conducive toward good sex, evidently.” I wasn’t sure if Josh wanted to hear any of this, so I stopped talking.

“And the guy from college?” he prompted.

“We met at a frat party. Both of us drinking, went upstairs. Such a cliché, but I was in a place where I felt a need to do that type of thing. Anyhow, we tried dating a couple times after that, but turns out when I wasn’t drunk he was obnoxious, and the sex still wasn’t good. I guess I wanted to ensure he wasn’t a one-night stand. So there you have my sexual history in a nutshell, and none of it included an orgasm or oral sex, at least not for me.”

“I didn’t mean to make it seem that I thought poorly of you. I simply had a different read on your experience.”

I sighed. “Considering I kissed you first and gave you my room key, I guess I can’t blame you for having that impression. Please know that I’ve never done anything like that in my life, ever, okay?”

“What made you do it this time?”

“Because life is short, and I’ve never wanted anyone the way I wanted you.”

I went to kiss his mouth, but he shook his head.