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Mostly?

I knew Guy wasn’t big on giving oral—he loves receiving it though—but he has never said any of this to me before. If I knew there was an issue, I would’ve tried to get it treated. Maybe I have an imbalance. Maybe I need to increase showers every day, not just during cheer season. I don’t know because we’ve never discussed why he has an aversion to oral. He’s just always been stingy about it.

“Is it better on the days I don’t work out at all?”

“Hmm?” he asks as if he’s not listening. As if he didn’t just tell me something concerning about my body. I’m planning when I can get in to see my gyno, meanwhile he’s already moved on.

“My…you know?” Why does this conversation feel dirty and not in the sexy way? “My pussy.” I used the word so easily with Khaos, probably because I was lying my ass off whenever I did, but I’m now finding it almost painful. “Is it better when I don’t work out?”

“I don’t know, babe. It’s been a while. I can’t remember.”

My boyfriend can’t remember the last time he ate me out. He remembers, vividly if his reaction is anything to go by, how bad I taste and smell, but he can’t remember the last time he tasted or smelled me.

“What if I go shower right now?”

“I’m kinda full after Apizza the Sea.”

“It’s not like you’re actually consuming anything.”

“Try licking a lollipop after a big meal and see if you want to finish it.”

“If the lollipop was getting something out of it, I would at least try.”

All Guy does is lift his eyebrows.

I watch him for a minute, the way he’s rubbing his stomach halfheartedly with one hand as he continues scrolling with the other, and try to remember the last time I even wanted him to go down on me.

“I’m gonna go make popcorn.”

“Don’t burn it.”

I don’t bother with a reply as I leave the room. He’s too full for pussy but not popcorn.

Lucky for him, only one is actually on offer tonight.

Elbows on the counter, head in my hands, I’m staring into the sink as I wait for the bag of popcorn to stop popping when I’m pulled against a masculine body.

Letting out a soft moan, I close my eyes and let myself envision the man behind me. Tall, lean, dangerously beautiful. Tattooed arms wrapping around my middle to cradle me, cherish me.

I root my ass against the bulge pressed into it, coaxing it to grow.

“When you’re riding me like this, you can’t go side to side, okay? Straight up and down only for reverse cowgirl.”

My eyes open to find my ink-free boyfriend staring back at me in the window’s reflection.

While this is supposed to be dirty talk, it still isn’t sexy. It used to be. Before I knew how much better it was to go off script.

“Just.” Guy demonstrates using my hips. “Like. This.”

The thrusting continues for several moments too long until I can’t take it anymore.

I know how to ride a dick.

“Down, boy.”

After Guy’s body heat disappears, I turn to face him.

He’s standing several feet away from me, scowling. “That was out of character. Why’d you say that?”