AllFreeNovel
Share Us
“No, it’s not wrong. There’s definitely some”—an abashed chuckle escaped him—“horny sex going on in the clubhouse on party night, with the single guys anyway. And some like to take on more than one girl at a time. Duncan does, sometimes. I’ve never been into that. But parties are mellower than you might think—I mean, they’re wild, everybody gets drunk and high and loud as fuck, and some people get busy before they get private, but it’s not some kind of orgy. Most of the Bulls are married or firmly attached, for one thing, and most of them are past their sex-in-public days. And I don’t think anybody cheats, either. My folks aren’t officially married, but they’ve been together going on thirty years. I think my old man would slice off his own dick if he even was tempted, so ... but yeah, the single guys get plenty of trim.”
“And you? You’re one of the single guys.”
He stared at her. His heart began to pound, each beat a punch to the back of his ribs. “No, I’m not,” he said, trying to keep his voice steady.
Petra stared back for more of those punching beats than Jay could bear. But then she smiled and said, “No, I guess you’re not.”
“I’m definitely not. And neither are you.”
Jay said it that way because he needed to feel strong right then, to push back against his racing, thumping heart and be strong. Assertive. Stronger than any lover of her past, whatever their gender. Stronger than that drawer in her bathroom.
He didn’t want to ask her if she was with him. He wanted to tell her he knew that she was.
Petra’s expression deepened and softened, and she rose higher, leaning on her hand, so she could bring her face to hover directly over his. “No, I’m not. Because I have you.”
Jay smiled. He slipped his hand into her hair, cupped his palm over her cheek. The words were right there, on his tongue, clamoring for release, but he denied them. He felt strong now, he felt secure. Maybe more than he ever had before. But it was too soon for those words.
Instead, he kissed her. She sighed and gave herself over to it at once. When he pulled her on top of him, , spreading her legs over his hips so his erect cock pressed at her core, she pulled back, found the remote, and paused the movie.
––––––––
~oOo~
––––––––
“Can I ask you something?” Jay asked, a couple hours later. They’d fucked again, slow and gentle, and finishedMask, and now they were on to Netflix andSchitt’s Creek—a favorite show in his family and for Petra as well.
“Sure. Is it about food? I was thinking we should eventually eat something that was actual food. Should we Door Dash?”
“That’s fine, but it’s not what I want to ask.” Her mention that she’d had ‘a few’ three-ways was still in his head, and as good as he felt, he couldn’t shut those thoughts down. He felt strong enough at the moment, secure enough in himself and in her, to finally just ask.
She paused the TV and turned to face him. “Okay. Sounds serious.”
“I don’t know about that. Just ... well, okay. I have some questions. And ... I hope this doesn’t piss you off, but back at the beginning, I was in your bathroom, and I did some snooping.”
A frown made a crease between her dark, arching eyebrows, and then it immediately smoothed away. “Oh. You were in the armoire.”
“Yeah.”
“The toys. They bother you?”
They did, but he knew he didn’t have a good reason for that so he said, “No, they don’t bother me ...”
“Do you want to use some?” A smile pushed up one side of her mouth.
He’d never used toys before. That seemed like a relationship kind of thing, and his last girlfriend had been sixteen years old. Because he’d been seventeen. Also, he wasn’t sure if he’d like using toys. They seemed like an unnecessary complication to sex.
“I don’t know. Maybe. If you do. I don’t know.” Feeling the reins of the topic slipping from his hands, he pushed forward. “I have some questions.”
“Okay ...”
Unable to find a way to phrase his main question that was either smooth or matter-of-fact, Jay asked it the only way he could think to do it: “Those dildoes, and that strap-on thing. Who do you use those with?”
Petra considered him quietly for a few seconds, then shifted on the bed again, arranging herself so she was sitting completely up with her legs crossed, facing him. She tucked the sheet across her chest. With obvious wariness, she asked, “Why do you ask?”
He was too far down the hole he’d dug to climb back up; he had to dig straight through. “They freak me out a little.”
“They ... freak ... you out? Why?”
