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“Feel how hard my dick is for you, Blush?”
I bend forward and drag my hands down his chest. “I do. I’m leaking for you.”
“Wanna taste you.”
“Me first.”
I scoot down his body, tugging at his jeans as I do. He lifts his hips to help me, then yanks his briefs off too, revealing his gorgeous cock. It’s so rigid and veiny, and my mouth waters at the sight of it.
“God, you’re hot.”
Whisper smiles at me, running his hands up and down my hips. “We’re good together, Blush.”
His comment disarms me for a second, so I just smile back.
“Do you want to be mine?” Whisper asks.
“What?”
“Be mine. Let me be in your life.”
“You are.”
“All the way.”
“You know my deepest secret. What more could you want?”
His brow furrows as his lips part, and I brace myself for whatever he’s about to say.
“I like you and I want you. More of you. I don’t know what that looks like, but I know that’s what I want.” When I don’t say anything, he rubs my thigh. “Do you like me too, Blush?”
“Obviously. I already told you that.”
“But you’re scared?”
I barely nod, shoring up my defenses. “Stop being all serious. We’re just fucking.”
“Is that all you want to be to me? Someone I fuck?”
“What else is there?”
Whisper sits up and flips me over so quickly I don’t even realize what’s happening until I’m lying on my back with him hovering over me.
“We could find out.”
My chest tightens with a mixture of fear and maybe something else I haven’t felt before. Hope?
“I’m fucked up when it comes to romance and shit,” Whisper says. “I can’t promise you that I know what I’m doing or that I’d be good for you, but for the first time in years, I want more with someone. With you.”
“That’s so weird. I’m just a guy, and a pretty fucked-up one.”
“Wrong. You’re beautiful, sexy, strong. You have the weight of the world on your shoulders but you carry it like feathers. I’m in awe of you.”
“Whisper…”
“And your mind intrigues me. I want to see the world through your eyes for a while. All I’m asking for is a chance.”
Shaking my head, I push down the unfamiliar swell of emotion building inside me. “I don’t think it’s a good idea. If you get to know me, it ruins the mystique. When you find out I’m just a regular person with bad habits and hard days and a messy life, you’ll wonder why you ever thought I was special.”
