Diary of a Bad Boy(77)

“Move on.”

She chuckles and clears her throat. “Really attractive. Anyway, they held off for a month and a half before having sex, but the tension between them was ridiculous. Back and forth repartee, touching, kissing, but never fully engaging in the act. Whenever I was in the same room as them, I thought the air was going to implode from how tense it was being around them. The looks they gave each other . . . I have no idea why they waited so long, but it was torture for everyone around them. And then finally, after a tension-filled game night, they went back to Stacy’s apartment and banged like bunnies. At least, that’s what we thought happened. Stacy called the next day, told me she finally had sex with Harrison and broke up with him that morning. When I asked her why, she said it was everything she could have asked for when it came to sex: giant penis, great attention to her body, marked her up in all the right spots. The attraction was there, the pace was there, the grunting, the moaning, but when it came down to it, neither one of them could orgasm. It was like they were edging for hours, unable to find release. They wound up getting themselves off before going to bed. In the morning, they worked out they couldn’t sexually mingle, so they broke it off.”

What the hell is she talking about?

“So, you’re telling me, everything was great, they both were sexually attracted to each other and were doing all the right things but couldn’t get off?”

“Exactly. Isn’t that sad? What if that’s us?”

“It won’t be. I know how to make you come already. Remember?”

“But it was with your tongue. Your penis is entirely different. Stacy said Harrison had a huge penis, so compared to you, you could be even worse.”

“Wait.” I sit up in bed. “Are you saying you don’t think I have a huge penis?”

“Just giving you a little wiggle room for disappointment.”

I blink a few times, even though she can’t see me. I have no idea what’s going on right now but I don’t like it. She thinks we might not be sexually compatible, that I might not have a big enough penis for her. Who is this girl and what has she done with Sutton Green?

“I . . .” Hell, I don’t even know how to respond and before I can, she starts laughing. And if I wasn’t so disturbed, I might chuckle along with the infectious sound, but instead, I wait for her to stop.

“Oh, Roark . . . that’s how you exaggerate a story.” Motherfucker. I bite on my bottom lip, trying not to smile. “Got to go, early morning. I’ll talk to you later.”

And she hangs up before I can say bye. She bested me. Fuck did she best me, and I liked every goddamn second of it. Well, except when I thought she doubted my penis . . .





Roark: So . . . about last night.

Sutton: What about it? Good morning, by the way.

Roark: Morning, lass. When you were talking about being compatible, you were joking, right?

Sutton: Do you prefer that I was joking?

Roark: I prefer for you to stop yanking my dick.

Sutton: Oh, so you don’t want me to give you a hand job? **WINCES** That might be a sign of not being sexually compatible.

Roark: Sutton.

Sutton: Yes?

Roark: I’m being fucking serious.

Sutton: Are you having stage fright? Maybe try role-play when you’re home by yourself. You might not be so nervous when it first happens.

Roark: I’m not fucking nervous.

Sutton: Sounds like you’re nervous.

Roark: How can you tell? I didn’t use your coveted asterisk.

Sutton: It’s because I can read your texts well. It’s okay, big daddy, you can perform all the orgasms.

Roark: Your sarcastic encouragement is not appreciated.

Sutton: Poor baby. Come to my bosom. Holds arms out

Roark: I want my innocent, sweet girl back.

Sutton: I think she was left behind in New York.





Roark: Can I ask you something?

Sutton: If it’s about the size of your penis . . . no.

Roark: I’ll send you a dick pic.

Sutton: Spare me. No girl in their right mind wants a close-up of a guy’s dick.

Roark: How do you know? You’ve never seen mine, and you might really like it.

Sutton: It’s a stick of flesh. I’m good.

Roark: You make my penis sound so lackluster.

Sutton: Women don’t idolize the male genitals like men do.

Roark: Cleary you haven’t seen a good penis before. I’ll change that for you.

Sutton: Don’t hold your breath.





Sutton: Two more days and I get to see your face.

Roark: I’m flying to China for a week to meet up with a clothing brand.

Sutton: What? Are you serious?

Roark: No, just wanted to sense your disappointment.

Sutton: You jerk. I was really upset.

Roark: Good, just means you’re excited to see me.

Sutton: You know I am.

Roark: I don’t know, not with all this lack of sexual compatibility talk.

Sutton: Stop. You know I want to see you.

Roark: I want to see you too.

Sutton: When you say things like that, it makes my entire body heat up.

Roark: Yeah?

Sutton: Yeah. Can I ask you something?

Roark: Always.

Sutton: This is really stupid, so feel free to tell me no.