A Billionaire for Christmas - Page 151
It was probably a cue for me to proceed cautiously.
But cautious wasn’t my nature. “Okay, then. I’m pretty sure I’m good on blowjobs. I can deepthroat and swallow and I know the tricks about humming and using a peppermint lifesaver at the same time. And I’ve never had any complaints in that area, but if you think you might have something to teach me… I’m terrible at receiving oral sex, on the other hand. I can’t ever decide if it feels good or just weird, and that makes me tense, and I never come. And positions. I’ve done missionary practically every time. Oh, and cowgirl—or whatever it’s called when the girl is on top. But I don’t think I know how to do that right because I’ve heard that it should be easier to orgasm that way, and I never have. I’ve never orgasmed at all, actually. Not from a guy, anyway. I mean, I’ve come on my own, but isn’t sex supposed to be better with someone else? I’d really like to figure out how to make it better with someone else.”
I bit my bottom lip and waited, sure that what I’d said would wind him up.
That was part of the fun of Dylan, after all.
“That’s. Hm.” He cleared his throat. “That’s quite a list of concerns.”
“Told you.” I flopped down on the bed and put my feet flat on the headboard. “Am I unhelpable? Is it humiliating that my education is so sparse that I can’t even orgasm with a guy?”
“That’s not a problem with your education—that’s a problem with the men you’ve been with. They should be humiliated. Truly.”
Maybe it was flattery, but he didn’t have to try to get in my pants. And Dylan was generally earnest. He meant what he said, and his show of support made my insides feel warm and twisted. Not to mention wet.
Kind as it was, it also didn’t fix my situation. “Thank you for that. I appreciate it, I do. But it’s still a problem for me, even if it isn’t my fault. So I’ll teach the next guy. No big deal. Just...how can I teach a guy what to do if I don’t know what I like myself?”
“Then we have to figure out what you like. And teach you how to ask for it.”
Yes. That. “Mr. Locke, I think we’re on the same page. Does this help you with your lesson plan?”
“I believe it does.”
He was so solemn that I couldn’t help poking at him. “You know, I’m grateful you’re taking this project seriously, for my sake. But it’s okay if you enjoy it, too.”
He let out a gruff laugh that made goosebumps scatter down my arms. “I’ll have you know that I’m enjoying this very much. Now, you might not need much sleep, but I’d better get some if I’m expected to be at my best for you. I’ll see you tomorrow night, sweet girl.”
“Good night, Professor.” I clicked the button to end the call and stretched my hands over my head in giddy victory.
Humming to myself, I set the phone on the nightstand, turned off the lamp, and climbed under the covers. I was all talk about all-nighters. In truth, I liked my sleep.
But I sat awake for a long time, smiling in the dark, as I thought about all the possible ways Dylan would enjoy me.I got trapped.
After a full day of sightseeing and holiday activities, I’d figured that Sabrina would want to call it a night as soon as the Rockettes’ show was over. Especially since she was also exhausted from the emotional turbulence of her relationship with Donovan Kincaid.
Unfortunately, she’d gotten a second wind right as the curtains closed, and instead of going straight back to her apartment like I’d hoped, we ended up at a Don’t Tell Mama’s until almost two in the morning.
I might have tried to persuade her that I was tired, but she knew me better than that. And she needed to have a good time, a night where she could unload all her worry on me. I rarely got to be the comforter between the two of us. She was my sister, but in many ways she was also my mother. Even when I wanted to be there for her, she rarely allowed it.
This time it was Dylan who texted to check in on me. Not wanting to divert my attention away from Sabrina, I hadn’t gotten a chance to reply until Sabrina and I were in our separate rooms back at her place.
Audrey: I just got home! I’m so sorry! Is it too late to come over?I wasn’t even sure he’d answer at this time of night, and if he did, I was certain he’d want to reschedule.
But I was wrong.
Dylan: No worries. I got a nap in this afternoon. But I don’t want you taking an Uber at this time of night. I’ll send my car for you. Text me when you’re in my lobby so I know you’ve arrived safely.
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