Fuck It (Yama Yama)

“Sicily, are you still with me?” His teasing grin is accompanied by the sweep of his finger over my nape, sending chills across my skin.

I’m staring at him like an idiot. Stop thinking about skunks and make a decision! “Uh, yeah, just let me get a shower and I’ll be right there.”

A smile bursts across his face, and he plants a sweet kiss on my lips.

“Get a room! Or let me get comfortable and get a better view,” Bobby Jo says, bouncing into the room. “Actually, strike that. I’ll be in Roger’s room tonight so you can have this one.” She turns to me and gestures to the voodoo dolls. “Just give their vaginas a jab or two before bed for me.”

Anderson is only too glad to go after that statement. It doesn’t take me long to shower and get ready. I’m glad I waxed everything before this trip. I’m torn on what to wear. In the end, I choose a sexy underwear set, a pair of shorts that make my ass look good, and a black tank top. My shoulders glow from the sun I’ve caught today, and I’m not at all disappointed with the bright-eyed woman who looks back at me in the mirror.

Okay, I can do this. Maybe I wasn’t able to learn normal sex from the internet but at least I know what not to do now. No smacking or name-calling. I’ll just let him take control and hope that doesn’t bore him to death.

The hall is empty when I tap on Anderson’s door, and he swings it open. He stares down at me, and I nearly drool at the sight of him in only a pair of shorts, his hair damp from a shower. His gaze rolls over me, leaving me feeling naked before I’ve even stepped inside.

If I ever had any doubt he was attracted to me, his expression now has killed it. He looks like a starving man at a buffet. “Damn, do I have something you can eat.”

He lets out a sudden laugh, then grabs my hand, pulling me through the doorway. “You might want to come into the room first.”

Oh my god, I said that out loud. This is going smoothly already. “I-I didn’t mean to say that.”

“Are you rescinding the invitation?” His taunting smile makes me giggle, and I shake my head.

“Hell no.”

We don’t make it more than a few steps into his room before his lips are on mine, stealing any more ridiculous things that might pop out of my mouth. Instead of going into my usual overthinking mode of what to do or say, I wrap my arms around him and lose myself in that place only he seems to take me.

“Do you have any idea how many times I’ve pictured this?” he asks, his lips leaving hot kisses on my neck while my hands explore his ass. He does have a really great ass.

“You have?”

“Fuck yes.” He slides my tank top off and unhooks my bra, letting it fall to the floor. Our mouths and hands explore while I shove his shorts down, and he kicks them aside. The man can fill the hell out of a pair of black boxer briefs. The bulge. What have I gotten myself into? I need to touch it.

His groan at my hand slipping under his waistband is an amazing noise to hear. He wastes no time getting completely naked, and I can’t blame him. His cock was fighting for its life in those underwear.

The thought makes an image of a dick with a little boxing glove thrashing around yelling, “let me out of here!” pop into my head. My giggle makes him pause and raise an eyebrow.

“Not the response I was hoping for.”

“I’m sorry. I’m just…nervous.”

He runs his hand down my cheek and plants a soft kiss on my lips. “If you aren’t ready, it’s okay.” It looks like it takes every bit of willpower he has to get those words out, but he doesn’t need to worry.

“I’m ready. I want this. It’s just…” There’s no way I’m telling him that I’ve never had normal sex. “If there’s anything you like, or you want me to do, you should tell me, okay? I’m not always…good at this so if there’s something that turns you on, you might have to point me in the right direction.” My mouth has taken off and there’s no stopping it. “I mean, I know different guys like different things, like maybe you like to be the one in charge or not in charge. I’m not judging. If you like being tied up or something—”

He curses under his breath and steps back. “Is this because of that stupid Yama thing? Did Kasha tell you? I don’t like ball gags or being dominated. I swear I’m going to kill her.”