She wiggles her eyebrows. “Wouldn’t you like to know.”
I grin. “I would like to know about your preferences. What do you like in bed?”
“A guy who can last longer than five minutes.”
I roll my eyes. “Seriously, Sky. I really like you as a friend. And the fact that we’re exploring the bedroom side of our relationship while we’re putting on this show of theatre, well, it’s a wild situation. But I want to do things right, and when the time comes I’d like to know what your preferences are. And I can check that box.” I wink. “I definitely go for six minutes on average. Sometimes even seven.”
She smiles at my joke, then looks off to the side, her expression muffled. “I don’t know my preferences.”
“I’m not going to judge you, if that’s what you think. You can be honest with me.”
I dig my hands into her feet, massaging them.
“I’m being serious—I just don’t know. When I was with Federico, I didn’t get asked that question one time. Stop me if I’m getting too visual here for you.”
“I will.”
“We would fuck—and by that I mean he would fuck me for four or five minutes, and after he came we would get back to…watching TV or whatever. He was really my first serious boyfriend, and we didn’t start having sex basically until I moved back to the United States. He wasn’t the most attentive—or concerned—with my needs.”
“Oh.”
“I don’t know what you’re alluding to as far as bedroom preferences, but I really don’t know what mine are, because I’ve never really explored them with someone.”
“Oh. What did you think about when you used Bob thinking about me?”
She laughs. “For starters, in my fantasies you gave me a penetrative orgasm and it was amazing.”
I furrow my brow. “Is that something you’ve never had? Truly?”
I slide a hand slowly down the leg of her pants, which causes her to shudder.
Averting her eyes from me, she says, “I just don’t think it’s possible for me. It is what it is. That feels good, by the way.”
“Stand up,” I say.
“Why?”
“Come on.” I grin, tugging at her hand. She’s a little reluctant but finally gets up. I bring her body against mine, hold the small of her back with one hand, and take her free hand with the other.
“What are you doing?” she asks.
“Dance with me.”
“Okay,” she says, her cheeks hot pink. “I’ve never danced to The Smiths before.”
I flip the record, and the song “Please, Please Let Me Get What I Want” comes on. She rests her head on my chest. We slow dance for a few minutes on the carpet of my living room.
Another song comes on, and I speed things up, and give her a little spin. She giggles with pleasure as I bring her body back into me.
“I like it when you twist me.” She grins, then flashes her gaze up to me. “This is surprisingly romantic, Mr. Don Juan. Is this what you do with all of your flavors of the week to loosen them up?”
My stomach clenches at the mention of ‘flavors of the week.’ Jennifer coined that term and it makes me want to wretch.
“Yes, I definitely dance like this to the record player and the album I just bought, with the girl who I am doing my current fake relationship with.”
“Really?”
I tip her chin up to me and laugh. “No, Sky. Just you.”
“Oh. Duh. Sorry…I’m feeling very nervous right now. I don’t think my comprehension is as good as it normally is.”
“You’re nervous? Why?”
“Because I’m wondering what we might do tonight.”
She swallows, and I kiss her desperately, like this is the first time we’ve ever kissed.
And in a way, it is.
This kiss isn’t for anyone else. It’s not so Jennifer or Ryan will get the impression that we’re together.
It’s just for us.
I fist a knot of her hair at the base of her neck and use it to keep her mouth pointed directly at mine as our tongues play hockey with one another. I love the vanilla scent that emanates from her neck and hair.
We stumble toward a nearby wall, and I press my body into her hips, kissing her even more deeply. She slides one leg up behind me and wraps it around my waist. I let one palm grab her ass and support her body.
We moan and make out like that for a while, until somewhere in the back of my mind I realize the music is over but the record is still spinning.
I let her go for a moment to flip the record, and as I come back to her she slips a hand underneath my shirt and lands it on my abs.
“I think there’s some unfinished business I need to take care of,” she says as she unbuttons my belt buckle.
I look down and smile at Skylar as she unzips my pants, then guides me over to the couch. She sits down, then pulls my jeans and briefs down so my cock pops out.
Gripping my cock at the base, she licks it on the sides then locks her eyes on me. “Wow. You’ve got a nice one,” she says.
Before I can respond to that ridiculous compliment, she takes me into her mouth, and I let out an incoherent groan as her nose hits my stomach. God she’s good at going deep.
Through the haze of pleasure, I hear voices at the front door, and a key turning.
No.
Not now, you bastards.
The Gods of Destiny truly have a penchant for knowing when Sky is getting ready to blow my mind.
Using all of the willpower available to me, again, I pull out of Sky’s mouth, and pull up my pants without buttoning them. No time for that. I dive onto the couch and motion for Skylar to get next to me. I whip the cover over us.
I click the power on the TV and Real Housewives of New York is on. There’s no time to change the channel. But this actually plays into Operation Romper nicely.
“Turn around,” I whisper.
Skylar spins around on the couch to face me.
“Why?”
I wrap my arms around her and pull her into me for a kiss.
“Say Real Housewives is your favorite show when they come in,” I whisper. “No time to explain.”
When Ryan and Jennifer walk in, we’re having a sloppy makeout session on the couch.
“Oh, sorry,” I say, prying my lips away from Sky and raising my head up. “You guys got back early.”
“I texted you.” Ryan frowns.
“Oh, my bad. I guess we got distracted,” I say.
“Ewww,” Jennifer says, rolling her eyes.
“Yeah, I made Luke watch my favorite show so he tried making out with me to distract himself from it,” Sky says. “Have you two ever seen Real Housewives? It’s amazing.”
Damn, she’s good.
“Oh my gosh yes!” Jennifer says. “I’ve converted Ryan, he loves this show now.”
“Hey, what can I say?” Ryan says. “I find it fascinating.”
Liar.
“I did notice he watches it now,” I say, then wink. “Seems like Skylar is doing the same thing to me that you did to Ryan, Jennifer.”
I’m landing so many of these Inception blows, you might as well call me Leonardo freaking DiCaprio.
“Why don’t you come watch with us?” Skylar says. “We have wine!”