“Well,” her eyes went wide, and she swallowed. “How do you fit it all in your mouth?”
My stomach heated at the thought of her pretty little lips licking and tasting me, or the way her eyes would water if I fucked into it.
“Practice,” I teased, and she hit me on the thigh.
“But what does it taste like?” she wondered, glancing down at her own sex before narrowing her eyes at mine.
“Sex and thunder,” I laughed.
“Yeah,” she bit her lip. “Probably more like sweat and pee,” she corrected, making a face and gagging.
Fucking gagging.
“No,” I scoffed, tucking it back inside my gray sweatpants, which she insisted I wear.
Daphne smiled at me, her cheeks blushing the most beautiful shade of pink as she crawled onto my chest.
“Did I offend it?”
“Yes,” I bit back.
“Fine,” she giggled. “Let me taste it.”
“No,” I shook my head. “It thinks you’re evil now.”
Daphne’s smile fell below my throat, and she sighed.
“You know men wash their junk, right? And don’t piss all over themselves.”
“I know you do,” she smiled against me, before taking a long pause. “I didn’t really like it,” she confessed, a heavy cloud breaking inside her body, but I didn’t follow.
My muscles tensed at the shift under her weight, and I lifted her chin to meet my eyes.
“Like what?”
“Sex. It was kind of… I don’t know,” she peered over my chest at the door, “painful and awkward.”
Fire shot through my veins in a blinding panic, eating up my insides. She knew I had been having sex for a while, but there was a difference between releasing energy into a hole that didn’t matter and Daphne giving her first time to someone who didn’t care enough to walk her through it. To worship her. To…
Fuck. Someone was going to die tonight.
“What? When did you…?” My cheeks puffed. “Why did you?” My eyes snapped, and she tensed.
“I guess I just wanted to get it over with,” she blinked into me. “Maybe I am just broken. Like that part of me doesn’t work right. I don’t know. I’ll keep trying. I mean, I am sure everyone’s first times are complete shit.”
My heart slipped before ramming straight into the center of my ribs. I knew she hoped it would be me, but that came with a door I couldn’t open. At least not yet. Not while my hands were stained red and there was a literal gun to my head.
Part of me should have known she wouldn’t have thought that piece of herself was worth protecting for the right partner. She had so little self-esteem, and I should have paid attention, or at the very least called her out on it before she made this stupid, fucking decision.
“Who was it?”
It had to be some fucker in the club, and so help me God, if it was Wolfe, Blade, or Nathem, because I swear to all that is holy, I would throw them over the goddamn wall!
“He did nothing wrong,” she said, placing a soft kiss over the beat of my heart.
“Who was it?” I demanded again, my eyes shifting to every face within these walls.
“Rinley something?” she shrugged. “He’s kind of a fucking idiot.”