About Last Night (About Last Night #1)(33)

But she cut me off with a hushed, “That was perfect. I can almost see it. Taste it. I-uh…I think I understand now.”

My brows raised in surprised. She sounded as if she were turned on. “As for what it feels like when you have a woman’s lips wrapped around your cock…” I choked down a groan. “…it’s amazing. It’s wet and warm, and the sounds coming from the friction of skin-on-skin is just…” I paused then chuckled. “Well, I like it.”

Maya didn’t sound convinced. “Sounds messy.”

I didn’t bother lying. “Sex usually is. But you can always clean up afterwards.” Then I added, “I promise you, Maya, the best sex is always dirty and messy and shocking. That’s the kind of sex that stems from passion. It’s incredible.”

I heard her swallow before she breathed out, “I’ll take your word for it.”

Pre-cum had beaded at the head of my cock. I could see the damp outline on my boxers. I had no idea what possessed me, but I felt my skin was crawling, so I asked a rough, “Would it shock you to know that talking about this is turning me on? That I’m harder than a f*cking rock right now?”

Her whisper sounded like a plea. “Quinn…”

I wanted to push her buttons, see how far she would let me go. “What if I put my hand on my cock right now and jerked myself off to the sound of your voice? Would that turn you on, Maya?”

No response, only heavy breathing.

I reached for my cock and gripped it, whispering, “Are you wet, Maya?”

Her shaky response was immediate, and it came out small and restless. “Yes.”

Oh, God, I needed to come. “Tell me, Maya…do you touch yourself?”

“No.” She started to sound desperate. “I don’t know how.”

Wait, what?

I sat up to ask my next question. “Have you ever had an orgasm?”

Uncertainty lined her voice. “I-I think so.”

Biting the inside of my cheek to stop myself from groaning, I told her, “If you’re not certain, trust me on this: you haven’t.”

“Oh. Then, no, I guess not.”

No hesitation. “Do you want me to talk you through it?”

“Quinn, I don’t thin— I…no, thank you.”

“Don’t be embarrassed with me. You do remember how we met, right? We’re going to meet on Sunday, Maya.” I paused to let this digest. “We’re going to meet and have sex. I’d consider this a beginning to our lesson.” I sensed her reluctance, so I added sly-like, “Or if you prefer to do it face-to-face…”

Maya huffed. “Even if I wanted to, I couldn’t. I wouldn’t know where to start.”

“I’m here, and I don’t think there’s a man out there who knows the female anatomy as well as I do. I’ll talk you through it step-by-step. But if you do this, you have to promise me something.”

“What?” she asked softly.

“You can’t fake it.” I went on, “Sex is about communication, Maya. If something isn’t working for you, don’t be afraid to say it. Don’t feel like you have to lie to make the other person feel better. It has to work for you.” I waited for a reply, but didn’t get one. “We don’t have to do this. I’ll leave it up to you. Don’t do it because I asked you to. I only want you to do this if you’re certain.”

“Okay,” she whispered.

I stilled. “Okay, yes? Or…”

Amusement lined her voice. “Okay, yes. What do I do first?”

I hadn’t been expecting her to agree. I’d fully been prepared for refusal. I was not prepared for acceptance. I was only playing with her. I cleared my throat then thought about it. “I think you should lie down, and if you’re wearing panties, take them off.”

A few seconds of rustling, then, “Done. Now what?”

“Are your nipples sensitive?”

She paused. “How do I know if they are?”

I slid down my bed to lie down, pulling the elastic of my boxers down to free myself. I rested the waistband under my balls then wrapped my hand around my thick cock, running it up and down lightly. My voice had turned throaty. “Just touch yourself, babe. Slowly run your hand up your stomach and ribs then rest it on you breast.”

Her voice quiet, she responded, “Okay.”

“Now, softly run your fingers over your nipple. Then lightly take it between your fingers and gently pluck at it.” Her gasp made my stomach tense and my cock jerk. “Feel good?”

“Yeah.” She was distracted.

A small smile graced my lips. “Do it again.” She huffed out an unsteady breath, and I asked, “Did you feel it? Did you feel it between your legs, like an electric shock? A zing?”

She breathed out, “Yes.”

“Take off your shirt, Maya. It’ll help give you access to your breasts.”

No hesitancy. “Okay.”

More rustling, then silence. I stroked myself, rubbing my thumb over the bead of dew, spreading it over the head of my cock. “Good. Now spread your legs. Spread them a little and run you hand over your *.”

Her breathing into the phone was my only indication that this was happening.