“Stop it.”
I turned to Brian. He was watching me again. “I’m sorry?”
“You’re thinking too much,” he said. “Stop it. It was hot and now you’re tempted to declare your undying love for me. Or, my c**k, at least.”
Trust Brian to make me laugh. “I think you’re overestimating how good you are. Of course it wasn’t bad, but –”
“Mm, that’s why you screamed like a banshee. I’ll remember that.”
“Uh huh. What I remember is that you prefer to bottom,” I said. “Any reason that didn’t happen?”
“I had to show you how it was done first,” he said. “Admit it, you were all about the performance anxiety and now all you can think about is how good I made it for you. I expect the same.”
“That’s a lot to live up to.”
“I’m sure you can rise to the challenge.”
My heart pounded hard in my chest when Brian
