The Score (Off-Campus #3)(56)
“Of course I’d peg you if you asked me to.” She says this as if it’s the most normal thing on the planet. “Why would I ever deny you all that prostate pleasure? It’s like telling a woman you won’t touch her clit.”
“As a man who has never experimented with his prostate, I can’t comment on the strength of that comparison.”
Her jaw drops. “Never? Really? Okay, we’re definitely going to have to change that.”
“Pass.” I tug her to her feet, enjoying the sight of her bare tits swaying. “Come on, I’ve got something that will make your sore back feel better.”
I lead her to the bathroom, and her face lights up when she sees the bubble bath I’d prepared. “Oh my gosh. This is awesome.”
Taking the vibrator out of her hand, I nudge her toward the tub. “Get in. But make sure to leave some room for me.”
“Ooooh, we’re bathing together? Kinky.” She delicately dips one foot in the water, then moans loud enough to wake up my dick. Not that he was asleep. He’s always on high alert when this girl is around. “Nice and hot,” she purrs.
I second that.
I set Winston on the edge of the tub, then strip out of my T-shirt and sweats. The water sloshes as Allie slides forward so I can get in behind her.
The steam rising around us smells like the strawberry flavor of the bubble bath. I make a contented noise, drawing her slippery, naked body against my chest. My legs are too long for this damn tub, so I have to prop my knees up, but I don’t care, because Allie’s round ass is pressed up against my cock and I’m perfectly willing to deal with some leg cramps if it means keeping her in this position.
“Okay, back to our butt talk. Are you really not the least bit curious to know what it feels like?”
I glide my hands down to her tailbone and start kneading her smooth, wet flesh. “Not in the slightest.”
“Oooh, that feels great…keep doing that…” She moans again as she sags into my touch. “What about a finger? Let me stick one finger up there and see what happens.”
I snort. “I appreciate the offer, but no.”
“Would you feel better if a guy did it to you? Because, sweetie, I have a few gay friends who would kill to get their hands on your ass.”
This time I give her a “Hell no.”
“I never took you for a homophobe,” she taunts.
“I’m not.”
“Liar.”
“I’m not. Seriously, I don’t care if you’re gay or straight or bi or whatever other category you fall under. I’m just not interested in bottoming for some dude. Dicks don’t do it for me.”
“How do you know?” she challenges. “What if you hook up with a guy and end up loving it?”
“Trust me, I won’t.”
“How can you be sure unless you try it?” I shrug, which summons a squeal from her. “Oh my God, you have tried it!” Water splashes over the edge of the tub as she twists around so we’re face to face. “Who was he? What did he look like? What did you guys do? Tell me everything!”
“There’s nothing to tell.”
“Bullshit.” She runs one hand over the tiny white bubbles clinging to my pecs. “I’ll make you a deal. If you tell me about your gay experience…” She pauses enticingly “…I’ll tell you about my lesbian one.”
Just like that, I’m harder than steel. “Deal,” I say instantly.
Her laughter bounces off the shower tiles. “Men. You’re so easy to manipulate.”
“Of course we are. It’s our fatal flaw—we’re ruled by our cocks.” I skim my hands up her soapy stomach to cup her tits. I keep catching tantalizing glimpses of her nipples peeking through the white suds, and I can’t help but seek them out with my fingers. When I pinch the rigid peaks, Allie makes a throaty sound and closes her eyes.
“Nuh-uh,” I chide, dropping my hands. “You can’t dangle a lesbian encounter in front of me and then not follow through.”
“Oh right. I forgot.” She shrugs dismissively, which causes droplets to fly off the ends of her hair. “I made out with a girlfriend of mine in junior year of high school. We got drunk at a party and decided to try it.” Another shrug. “It was all right.”
“Just kissing?”
“Yep.”
“And it was only ‘all right?’” I grumble. “Well damn. That’s disappointing.”
“Gee, I’m so sorry my experience doesn’t live up to your pervy standards. But that’s what happened. Okay, your turn. When did you go gay?”
“Also happened in high school,” I confess. “A buddy and I were on a double date and the girls dared us to kiss. We said we’d do it only if they kissed. Didn’t think they’d call our bluff, but nope, they actually started making out like porn stars. So Jason and I couldn’t back out.”
“Did you like it?”
“It wasn’t awful, but it didn’t get me hard.”
“Was there tongue?”
“Yup.”
“A lot of tongue?”
“I don’t know. A normal amount.”
She looks as dissatisfied by my tale as I was with hers. “And it didn’t go any further than that? You didn’t touch the tips of your dicks and pretend you were sword fighting?”