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She snorted. “Don’t be such a guy.”
“I can’t help it.” I winked at her then, with a slow smile, asked, “Star, will you go on an ice cream date with me?”
“Don’t forget the pizza.”
“I didn’t.”
“Ask again then. But do it properly.”
“Star, will you go on a pizza and ice cream date with me?”
“Yes, Conor, I will.”
“Good. And… will you let me help you?”
Her chin jerked up at that, and her legs jolted as if she wanted to raise them to her chest in a fetal position.
She knew exactly what I was talking about.
After licking her lips, she rasped, “I don’t think I can.” She gritted her teeth. “The bitch of it is if you try to fight me, I’d probably be fine. It’s because it’s… tender. I’m not used to that.”
Well, wasn’t that as painful as a bullet to the chest?
I was speechless, literally had no words again, then I asked the only thing that made sense to me: “Would you let me try? I think you deserve pleasure, Star. Guilt-free, shame-free, no strings attached, pain-free pleasure. Don’t you?”
She studied me for so long that I didn’t think she’d say yes, then she whispered, “Only if you get off too.”
“That’s not no strings,” was all I said, not sure if an erection was even possible after that admission of hers.
“It is for us. Mutual pleasure or no dice.”
Slowly, I nodded, then I pressed my lips to her forehead. “The moment you feel yourself drift away, you tell me and we stop. Got it?”
“O—” She exhaled. “—kay.”
My hand drifted over the sleep tank she wore, gently cupping her breast. “Are you okay with me talking to you?”
“I-I think I’d like that. Your voice…” Another exhalation. “It grounds me.”
“I’m glad it does.” I squeezed her tit again. “We’ll get there, Star. This isn’t a race.”
Though she nodded, she stunned me by sitting up and dragging her tank off. My eyes were instantly glued to the soft curves.
Once she took a deep breath, she muttered, “I don’t have much sensitivity in them anymore.”
Put a Sparrow in front of me at that moment and I swore I’d have killed them. Bare hands. No weapon. And withglee.
I rolled a nipple between my pointer and middle finger.
“Are you sure you don’t want to fight?” she blurted out. “You said Brennan trained you—”
“You didn’t need to fight yesterday,” I said blandly, keeping my motions non-threatening.
“I didn’t overthink it yesterday. You distracted me.”
“Why are you overthinking it now?”
Her nostrils flared. “Because I’d like you to fuck me.”
