Page 44 of My Dead Wife's Ex Will Do
He turns away from me again. “Do we have to talk about this?”
Ouch. “Not if we never do anything again.”
A distinct possibility, given Jason’s general skittishness and how I can’t seem to stop pushing him more than he’s comfortable. “But I would like to do more things with you, and I’d like to know what you like.”
I shimmy forward until I can reach my arms around him and slide my hand down over his stomach. His dick is already hard in his swim trunks.
“What do you like?” Turning the question around on me because he wants to know or ducking my question because he’s too embarrassed to talk about his preferences?
You know what? It doesn’t matter.
Okay, it matters because I really think his preferences are much stronger than mine, which is why I’m pushing this so hard, but if he’s willing to do anything with me again, I’ll take it.
“I like lots of things. I like giving head, as you may have noticed.” Jason’s lips, just visible in my peripheral vision, curve into a smile, and I stroke his dick, which makes his smile grow, too. “I like getting fucked, though I don’t mind doing the fucking, if that’s what the person I’m with prefers.”
I pause, but Jason doesn’t chime in with his preferences. Damn. Guess I’ll have to keep going. “I liked it when you fucked my face. And when you told me that’s what you wanted to do to me.” Jason’s dick hardens a little more and his breath comes a little faster. “I like it when you order me around. I think you like that, too.”
Jason nods. He leans back against me and lets his arms drop to either side of his thighs, hands open. His eyes are closed and his eyebrows drawn together. He’s not relaxed, talking about this, but he is participating.
Sort of.
“You ordered Leah around, too? You both liked it, I think?”
Jason nods again. “I don’t remember how it started. We were messing around one night, just being silly, I guess. She was teasing me, playing hard to get, you know?”
I don’t know, specifically—this isn’t one of the things Leah told me about—but I don’t need to know the specifics here. I nod and make an encouraging noise, since Jason can’t see me. “What happened next?” I ask. I keep my voice low and light, like it doesn’t matter whether he tells me or not.
His throat moves as he swallows. “I don’t know, I said something dumb and cheesy, like…that she needed a good fuck and that she’d better lie back and take it like a good girl.” He squeezes his eyes closed more. “I was, I don’t know, talking dirty or whatever, you know? I would never have forced her to do something she didn’t want to do.”
“Of course not,” I say. “She knew that.”
Jason snorts again. “Yeah, well. She told me that if I wanted to fuck her, I’d have to come over there and make her take me.”
“And did you?”
“Not exactly. I told her that if she didn’t behave herself, I’d spank her until she cried, and then I’d fuck her.”
“Ooh, fun. Is that what you did?”
Jason lifts a hand and drags it over his face, then peers over his shoulder at me. “Um. Yeah.”
I waggle my eyebrows at him like one of the Marx brothers. “Sounds hot.”
“You have no idea. It was the hottest thing either of us had ever done. It was like we were completely different people. We just…let go and went with it and it was incredibly hot. And we were kind of laughing about it the whole time, too, like we couldn’t believe we were going through with it.”
“And afterward?”
“You mean, after I made her come three times, then washed the tear tracks from her face and put some soothing lotion on her red bottom?” He shrugs. “We kept doing it that way, I guess. She’d decide that she wanted me to do something to her, tease me about it until I was on the verge of losing my mind, and then get off when I’d take control and do whatever it was she wanted me to do to her.”
“A bossy bottom, then. Yeah, that tracks.” God, Leah was so good for Jason. It still hurts so much that she’s gone.
“I have no idea what that means.”
“She was a submissive who liked to have a say in how you dominated her. But you’re most definitely a dominant, Jason. Maybe only in bed, but you know there’s nothing wrong with that, right?”
“It was only in bed,” Jason says, and the combination of guilt and desperation in his voice splinters my heart. “I would never have tried to dominate her in any other area of her life. I’m not a controlling asshole like—” He snaps his mouth closed and his expression shutters like a gate rolling down over a New York City storefront.
I think I know who he means he’s not like, but decide that I’ve coaxed enough of Jason’s secrets out of him for one afternoon. I plant a kiss on his cheek. “Well, it sounds like she loved every minute of it, and I loved it both times when you took control with me.”
