Time for a new subject. “Since you’re so interested in talking about sex, how was Doug in the sack when you two were together?” she asked Tate after she put her Kindle on the coffee table.

Tate’s lopsided smile was more than enough to tell her his third beer had also pushed him over the edge of sobriety. “Fucking great. Hope he didn’t disappoint you.” A frown flashed across his face. “Is this an inappropriate conversation for me to have with my boss?”

“Nope. I think we’ve already crossed that threshold. Doesn’t bother me if it doesn’t bother you.” She took another swig of her beer. “The boy could give great head.”

Tate belched and held up his bottle in a salute. “Amen, sister!” He took another drink. “He could suck cock like nobody’s business.” Tate grinned. “Then again, he had a great teacher.”

“Who?”

“Me.” He giggled. “I was his first guy.”

“So how are you at giving a girl head?”

He shrugged. “Been a while, but the couple of girls I was with didn’t complain. Why, are you asking?”

“If you’re offering.” What the hell am I doing? I’m drunk!

“Why the hell not. Serves him right for leaving me and lying to you. You deserve better than that.” He set his beer bottle down on the coffee table and moved over to sit next to her on the couch. “We gonna do something we’re gonna regret in the morning?”

She laughed as she also put her beer down. “I sure as fuck hope so. Since we already have Doug in common, we might as well become friends with bennies.” She fell into Tate’s arms, softly moaning as he kissed her. “You kiss good,” she whispered when she came up for air. She felt a little guilty for what they were about to do.

Then again, Doug had lied to her and hurt Tate. She’d deal with the fallout later. For now, all she wanted was for Tate to make her forget.

And make amends to him for the pain she’d caused him. “You kiss really good,” she added.

“So do you,” he said. “Does this mean what I think it means, or am I really, really drunk?”

“I think we’re both drunk, but this means I want you to fuck my brains out. I want to see if I can give you head better than he did.”

He grinned “Fuckin’ A! I haven’t gotten laid since he left. Do you have any idea how horny I am?” He pushed her down and stretched his body out over hers. He felt different than Doug, a little shorter and lighter in build, but his warm weight pressing her into the cushions was a welcomed comfort. So he wasn’t Doug.

She didn’t care.

For tonight, she’d pretend he was the love of her life, and he could pretend she was whoever the fuck he wanted in his arms.

For tonight, she wanted her heart to hurt a little less.

Okay, a lot less.

She threaded her fingers through his hair and welcomed it when his tongue pressed for entrance between her lips. They kissed for what felt like forever as she felt her panties grow damper by the second.

He kissed his way down her jaw, to her throat, nibbling and gently biting until he reached the neck of her T-shirt. He pulled it to the side and nuzzled the crook of her neck. She hooked a leg around his, trying to rub against him as her clit began to throb.

“You horny, sweetie?” he rumbled into her ear before nibbling on her earlobe.

“Uh-huh!”

“You want me to take care of that for you?”

“Please!”

He pulled his shirt off, then pulled hers off, too. Warm skin against warm skin, he kissed her again, the blond curls on his chest rubbing against her nipples. He sucked on her nipples and worked his way south to her shorts.

“I’m going to make you scream, baby,” he promised as he slid them down her hips.

“Yes!”

He didn’t remove his shorts. Instead, he pushed her legs apart, draping them over his shoulders as he burrowed between her thighs. When his lips found and parted her labia, she grabbed him by the hair and didn’t want to let go.

He had a different technique than Doug. She couldn’t explain the difference, but he eagerly circled her clit with his tongue, flicking at it and driving her to the brink of madness. “Do it,” she begged. “Please!”

“Do what?”

“You shit, make me come!”

He stopped and sat up. “Ask me nicely, you dirty little girl.” The mischievous grin on his face turned any resistance she might have had to melted butter.

“What?”

“I saw the kind of stuff you had on your Kindle.” He slipped two fingers into her now soaking wet cunt and slowly thrust. “You’re no prim and proper lady. You’re a kinky little girl who wants me to fuck the shit out of her.”

She swallowed hard, no longer able to speak. She eagerly nodded.

He pulled his fingers out of her and crawled up her body. He kissed her, then pressed his fingers into her mouth. “Can you come by being fucked, baby?” he asked in a tone somewhere between amused at her eager sucking and sounding like he was two seconds from blowing his own load. He pulled his fingers from her mouth and grabbed her chin.

She felt her face heat. “Sometimes,” she softly admitted. “Doug was the first man to ever get me over like that.”

“Oh, we can’t have that,” he said in that same amused tone. “I can’t have him outdoing me.” He stood and grabbed her hand, pulling her up to her feet. “Let’s go.” He gave her a gentle shove to move her in front of him, and slapped her ass on the way. “I have a little something to prove.”

They resumed their tryst in her bedroom. He shed his shorts, and she was pleased to find not only did he go commando, but that his cock was nearly as long as Doug’s, and a little thicker around. Without any formality, he pushed her down onto the bed and resumed his position between her legs. His tongue found her clit again with pinpoint accuracy, and it wasn’t long before he had her coming.

He looked up. “Did he ever fuck this sweet ass of yours?”

Her head popped up. “What?”

“Your ass. Did. He. Fuck. It?”

She knew she was blushing. It felt like her face had suddenly gone supernova hot. She shook her head.

“Have you ever been fucked there?”

She shook her head again.

His smile broadened. “Oh, baby girl, we are sooo going to take care of that.” He sat up and pointed at her. “Do not move. I’ll be right back.” He bolted off the bed. She heard him down the hall, rummaging around in his room before he came running back and dropped something onto the bed. Then he disappeared into her bathroom and came back with a couple of towels.

“Up,” he said. She complied, and he spread the towels out under her before he pointed back to the bed.

She felt an almost physical click in her soul as she realized if he wanted to truss her upside down from the ceiling fan, she’d let him. Different than with Doug, and yet the same. She trusted Tate and was willing to let him do whatever he wanted to her. She laid down on the towel and watched as he started rummaging through her bedside table.

“Where’s your toys, baby?”

“What?”

He crawled onto the bed, grabbed her hair, and kissed her. “Don’t play shy with me. Never play shy with me. Your sex toys. You’ve got to have at least one vibrator in here. Where are they?”

She felt her face grow hot as she pointed at the other bedside table. His eyes lit up as he leaned across her and yanked the drawer open. “Oh, you nasty little girl.” He pulled out the two vibrators she had, one a battery-operated rabbit style, and an electric Hitachi. He also pulled out the two dildos she had.

“Hmm.” He held them up. Both of them were smaller than Tate and Doug’s cocks. In fact, once Doug had moved in, she hadn’t used any of her toys.

He put the larger of the two dildos back in the drawer and kept the vibrators out. He plugged in the Hitachi, checked it, and grinned when it sprang to life. “Not yet,” he said as he clicked it off again. “Roll over.”

“What?”

“Roll. Over.” His voice deepened. “Don’t make me ask again.”

Heart racing, she did. Her clit still throbbed from his previous attention as much as it did from anticipation and his masterful tone. She felt him push her legs apart and kneel between them. Then he spread her ass cheeks, and she felt his tongue slowly begin to rim her virgin ass.

“Oh!” She fisted the sheets, squirming, loving the sensation.

He repositioned himself, hooking his arms under and around her thighs so she couldn’t squirm out of his grasp and he could still reach up and hold her cheeks apart as he laved his tongue over her ass, pussy, and taint.

She loved it. She’d never felt anything like that before. After a few minutes of that, she felt him press a finger against her rim.

“Relax, baby.” He massaged her, not working inside yet. When he apparently felt she was ready, he sat up and she felt cool lube drizzling between her cheeks. His finger returned, and this time he did start slowly pressing for entrance.

“How’s that feel?”

She buried her face into the pillow, ashamed to admit she loved the sensation. Then she felt the sharp sting of a slap on her ass. She yelped and tried to sit up, but his firm hand between her shoulder blades wouldn’t let her.

“I asked you a question, darlin’. Answer me.”

She felt another flood of juices soak her already wet pussy. “Good,” she whispered.

He rubbed her ass cheek, where he’d smacked her, soothing the residual sting away. “Good girl,” he cooed.

She wondered if he’d be this assertive in bed after he sobered up.

Scratch that, she prayed he’d still be this assertive in bed. She loved it.

Loved him.

Her eyes popped open as the revelation hit home. I love him.