Page 118 of One Wild Wish

She seemed to bite the inside of her cheek, then she sent me a wicked grin. “Can I ask you a…” She chewed her cheek some more. “A personal question?”

I leaned into my chair, tipping onto its back legs. “Anything.”

“What’s sex really like for a guy?”

I dropped forward, and my chair thunked on the tile floor. That question was unexpected. Unexpected but intriguing. I liked it. Liked that Ainsley wanted to up the flirting a notch. “I need more specifics before I answer.”

“Just…” Lilting Indian music drifted through the half-filled room. Ainsley swayed to the beat. “Is every orgasm the same? I mean, for girls it’s different. Oral versus sex sex. Mood. Attraction. All those things affect how it feels. But guys, you know, just come . So, does it feel the same each time, or does it change?”

Jesus H. Christ. If I was hard before, I was iron now, thankfully covered by the tablecloth. She must have realized what she was doing to me. Must have been intent on killing me one sex-fuelled, husky word at a time. Delaying this gratification would make touching her that much sweeter. “It’s always good.” My voice was scratchy, and I cleared my throat. “Always blinds me. But some orgasms last longer, rock you harder, and with the right person, it’s more intense.” I held her gaze until she looked away. Her pale cheeks burned pink.

I had no doubt sex with Ainsley would blow my mind.

She dragged her teeth over her bottom lip and lowered her voice. “What about head? What’s, like, really hot? What takes a blowjob from good to oh-my-fucking-God?”

My blood wasn’t just singing now. It was roaring. It was demanding me to grab Ainsley, flip her over my shoulder, and carry her home to show her exactly what I liked, then spend the rest of the evening worshipping her curves. Every glorious dip and swell. I tugged at my shirt’s neckline and sipped my water, never breaking eye contact.

“You want to know what I like?”

“I want to know what men like.”

So this was a game. A hypothetical way to make me crazy. Getting her home tonight was going to be some kind of fun. “I can’t speak for all men, but I love a nice, long lick. Teasing. Having my shaft and balls played with.”

Her eyelids drooped and her lips parted. She made a breathy grunt, a sound she often released around me. Apparently Ainsley liked a dirty talker, and this extended foreplay was doing it for me. Getting me hotter than I ever remembered being. As soon as I told her all the ways I’d “theoretically” love her to suck me off, we’d be flipping this conversation onto her.

She nodded, expectant, waiting for me to go on. Practically panting for it.

Leaning closer, I obliged. “I like attention on the tip. A bit of teeth is nice, but not too much.”

She whimpered.

“Also hands,” I said, deepening my voice. “I like a firm grip. Lots of suction makes everything nice and tight. Wet and warm. Really love when I can watch, too.”

Her reply: “I think I just came.”

I barked out a laugh, unsure how I found this girl, but thanked my lucky stars her killer heels had sent her flying into my arms. I’d never had this much fun flirting and hanging out. Never experienced arousal so thick my skin itched. “You worried about your skills? Is that what this is about?”

She was glowing and nothing short of beautiful, her sultry smile sending an arrow through my heart. “I love sex.” There was no hint of apology or embarrassment in her tone. “I love being with men and knowing what I like. I also love giving head. Some women find it degrading or, I don’t know, dirty …but it makes me feel powerful. In control. I love watching a man’s legs shake as he unravels, because of me. So, since we’re friends, I figured this was a great opportunity. Like one of those ‘The More You Know’ public-service announcements. You’re helping me do better.” She shrugged a shoulder, like it was nothing.

Like she wasn’t torturing me.

Forget getting her home. I was a second from fucking her perfect mouth right here and now. My dick pulsed, the room suddenly stifling. Soon I’d be jacking off under the table. “What do you say we get out of here?”

But she frowned. “You okay? You look flushed. Was it the food?”

Ainsley was playing with fire now. Toying with me. I’d bought condoms this morning, my first time in years. I’d felt like a teenager again, nervous and excited to ask her out, hoping I’d be making love to her soon. The nerves were gone. All that was left was raging desire. It was time to share how I planned to ravage her in the near future. Get her wet and ready for me. “Since you want to talk about oral sex—”

“Can I offer you any dessert?” our waiter asked.

Great fucking timing, dude. “Just the check.”

Ainsley was all the dessert I needed, and she was eyeing me like she wanted a bite. Until her attention flicked to our audience.

She licked lips and flipped her hair over her shoulder. “I could be tempted.”

Excuse me? Was that a seductive note purring in her voice? She was considering him now, her gaze taking in the man’s physique. My confusion grew by the second. My fingers flexed, a second from locking around the asshole’s neck.

Our waiter snuck a glance at me, then focused on Ainsley. “We pride ourselves on our variety here. Lots to offer.” He winked.