Page 23 of The Deal
I nod, cheeks prickling. I take a sip of the latte. It’s too hot, but I let it burn, let it force something else to the surface. “Twice now. He had it all set up. Massage table, oil, everything. He even explained the anatomy to me first, like I was prepping for a quiz.”
My best friend’s face is a study in slow-blooming scandal. “Wait, wait—back up. He was naked? Like totally, or with a towel around his…?”
I nod.
“Totally. He just stripped right in front of me. He didn’t even try to make it medical. He just did it, and girl, Kent is H-O-T. That man works out like a fiend and is ripped like a gladiator.”
Kayleigh drops her chin into her hands, eyes fixed on my face. “But did you see it? Like,allof it?”
I stifle a laugh, even as the flush rises higher. “What do you think? I was supposed to massage his balls. Of course I saw it.”
She grins, a predatory little thing. “How big?”
I choke on my coffee. “Kayleigh! That’s not?—”
“It’s exactly the point!” she says, barely keeping her voice down. “Was it like, huge? Was he hard?”
I want to lie, to downplay it, but the words come out in a rush. “He was enormous. I mean, it was. He was totally hard, even before I started. I think it was on purpose.”
Kayleigh’s jaw drops a little, muffin forgotten. “Hewantedyou to see. Oh my god. This is so much better than anything on Pornhub.”
The words shock a laugh out of me. I feel the tension start to slide away, replaced by a fizzing, weird glee. Maybe I want to be the main character in someone’s dirty story.
“It gets worse,” I say, voice soft. “I touched his cock. At first, maybe a little by accident, but it was so huge and veiny, and he’d jerk when I brushed against it. Then, I touched him on purpose. And he didn’t stop me. He wanted me to.”
Kayleigh’s whole body vibrates. “No. Fucking. Way. Did you stroke it? Fist it, even?”
“A little, yeah,” I admit, eyes darting to the window. Crowds go by, unaware that we’re having an illicit conversation. “It was so sexy, Kay. Kent is at least ten inches, and I kept massaging his balls while stroking his shaft. Then he came. Like, a lot lot, and it spurted all over, creamy and yummy. It got on my chin.”
She claps a hand over her mouth, and her laughter is so loud the grad students glance over, then immediately back to their own world. “MK! You got jizz on your face on the first try?”
I shrug, feeling my ears go molten. “It’s not like I planned it. He came so hard I thought he was going to pass out.”
Kayleigh’s grin is now a full-force, teeth-bared smile. “Did you taste it?”
I open my mouth, then close it. The heat that surges through me is not all embarrassment. “Yeah. I mean—” I pause, watching the steam curl from my cup. “He wiped the come off my chin and then put his finger in my mouth and I tasted it.”
Kayleigh lets out a squeal then.
“Oh my god! You dirty bitch!”
I smile secretively. “I know, right?”
She leans in so close I can smell her perfume, some bright, sugary thing. “But what did it taste like? I read with old guys it can be really gross, like sour and bitter because they’re pre-diabetic and out of shape. Was it like that?”
I consider this. “Not at all. Kent’s semen was sweet and salty, with a creamy flavor that I loved. Not even a little gross. Just… yummy.”
Kayleigh sits back, arms folded, a look of deep satisfaction on her face. “That’s the hottest thing I’ve heard all month.”
I can’t help but smile, my own body thrumming with the aftershock of it all. “I thought I’d be disgusted. But I wasn’t. I kind of want to do it again.”
She raises an eyebrow. “Like, a taste test? For science?”
I giggle, lowering my head. “Yeah, because Kent eats so much fruit. Like, bowls of it at a time, and fruit is supposed to influence how a man’s semen tastes. So it has to be the copious amounts of strawberries he consumes.”
Kayleigh nods, finger tapping her chin. “That checks out. Strawberries and pineapple are supposed to be uber-effective. I saw a TikTok about it.”
We sit in the booth, the air around us thick with the warmth of the radiators and the scent of burnt espresso. I try to picture Kent as someone else might see him: not my stepdad, but a man, forty-five, jawline like a superhero, hands big enough to palm abasketball, his chest massive and muscled, his cock standing at a full ten inches. The thought makes me shiver, but it’s not the cold.
