“Is it the little shorts that do it for you? The hair in bunches? The baseball bat that she could club you to death with?”
“Just wait and see what she does with the baseball bat,” I replied, wiggling my eyebrows.
“Oh, holy fuck.” She grimaced, her eyes shielded, but I knew she was peeking through. “He’s really rough with her boobs. He just grabbed them without asking if she was fine with that. She has this look of surprise but keeps letting him do it.” She pointed two fingers to her mouth in an I’m going to puke motion. “That’s sexual assault right there, Will.”
“Not a fan of the boob grabbing,” I replied. “Got it.”
“I’m a fan of consent,” she said.
“Maybe we missed the dialogue,” I mumbled as I turned up the sound.
“Oh my God, now Batman’s arrived.” Skye sat forward and glanced at me. “You like threesomes?”
“I’ve been partial to an extra body.”
“You dark horse,” she said, laughing. Was it getting hot? My clothes were getting too tight, my head light. “Oh, no. He doesn’t really care where he’s sticking it, does he? Give me a hole, any hole.”
“Christ.” I shifted in my seat, trying to get comfortable around my huge erection. No easy task. What the hell were we doing?
“How many dicks now? Three? Oh no, still two. I’ve lost count.” She sighed. “Why can’t porn be intelligent?”
“I don’t think that’s the idea,” I replied. “We’re not solving maths equations between each thrust.”
“Let’s look at the top trending porn searches.” She started typing, opening a new window as moans continued. “Oh, crap.” She wrinkled her nose. “That’s at the top?” She pushed the laptop to me.
Rape. Stepfather and daughter. Young. Schoolgirl.
“Oh God,” I replied. “Everyone really does have a preference, don’t they? Porn caters for all.”
“I’m not against porn. I’m just saying that some of it is damaging and confusing.”
“And illegal.”
“That isn’t what sex is.”
I closed all browsers apart from my favourite porn scene. Skye returned her eyes to the screen and started smiling. “So, this is your thing, is it?”
I raised an eyebrow and nodded.
Batman was going for it. The Joker was making happy sounds. Harley Quinn was fucking filthy.
“This is…insane.”
“Pretty good, isn’t it?” I replied.
“Oh, no.” She stood up. “Oh, please no! Argh! Batman and the Joker are enemies!” she shouted, holding her hands over the screen. “Don’t taint everything I’ve believed my whole life by sucking him off!”
I couldn’t take it anymore I dived on the laptop and closed it quickly.
“What?” she laughed.
“Don’t take the piss,” I replied. “I thought you were taking this seriously?”
“How can I take it seriously? Batman is moaning in that weird Christian Bale tone. He sounds like he’s having an asthma attack.”
I picked up the laptop and handed it to her. “Go on then. Show me your preference. What do you search for when you’re in need of–” I stopped myself. Swallowed harshly and averted my eyes from her pretty blue ones.
“It depends on what mood I’m in,” she replied with a shrug. “How dirty I want to be.”
Don’t go there, Will.
I looked up to the ceiling, pursed my lips, screwed up my face. It was no good. I couldn’t help myself. “Imagine your…dirtiness at its height.” She clutched her neck, her fingers making imprints into the soft skin of her throat. She took a breath and pulled her shoulders back. Was she watching my mouth?
“I…erm…have a…go to.”
“Saved to your favourites?” I mumbled.
“There’s one I like and it…always gets me off,” she replied.
“What is it?” I didn’t recognise my voice. It was a mixture of gruff and whisper.
She placed her finger to her lips and closed her eyes. “We’re supposed to be planning a porn film, not getting distracted by ones we like.”
“It’s a good place to start. Especially if you’re not sure what road you want to take.”
“I know what I want,” she replied, opening her eyes. “I want kissing…lots of it. Neck kisses. Hand grabbing, fingers curling together and being pushed into the pillow on the first thrust.”
“Right.”
“Yeah,” she whispered, moving closer. Her skirt, with layers and lace covered my thigh. I wanted to rip it from her, expose the corset, tell me the answer to the question I’d been thinking about all night. Do her panties match? “I want lingering looks. Can’t-get-enough-of-each-other sexual eye contact.”
“OK.” A breath escaped and the sound left my mouth without me realising.
“I want hair pulling. Body worshipping.”
“Vital,” I replied. “All…of it.”
“I want reality. Curves and handfuls and full pubes. Slurps and squelches and wet patches.” Fuck. Wet patches never sounded so good. She trailed her hand from her throat to the middle of her breasts, those gorgeous, jiggling breasts threatening to spill out at any moment. Finally, she rested her hand on her stomach. I watched her fingers splay out across the lace. I thought about sucking one of those fingers, putting it in my mouth and feasting on it like I was devouring her pussy. “Love, Will. I want love.”
“Love?” Another breath. A word on a sigh. I’d lost the function. Unable to speak.
“I want something to aspire to. I want connection. I want fingers digging into flesh. I want beauty. Full beauty. Gasps and growls and bites and–”
Jesus, I needed an orgasm. Or a cold shower.
Mainly an orgasm.
“Have you ever been in love, Will?” she asked, her chest rising and falling like it was hard work and she had to put in effort just to steal some air. Her eyes caught the soft light from the lamp on the table. She looked like the softer version of Skye, the one I’d seen on very few occasions. The vulnerable and open Skye. The one I knew was her most honest version, the one who would tell you her deepest secrets without a second thought.
A bright light illuminated the room. I held my arm across my eyes – a reaction to being in the dark too long.
“What are you doing?” A flash of red hair appeared at the doorway. “Don’t you guys need sleep to function in the morning?” Stacey asked.
“Stacey Clifton, I’m guessing that you don’t have a fit male escort in your bed, otherwise you’d be wrapped around him and not bothering us,” Skye said as she stood up and put her arms around her.
“You know how I feel,” Stacey replied. “I really like him, but I can’t handle him sleeping with other women.”
“Hazard of the job,” Skye shrugged as she glanced at me. I stayed still on the sofa in exactly the same position she’d left me in, still imagining ripping the skirt away from her hips.
“Are you staying tonight, Will?” Stacey asked. I nodded, trancelike, as Skye gently pushed Stacey back towards her bedroom.