Page 55 of Lick

“No, definitely not.” She shakes her head. “I wouldn’t want any of them to give me advice when it comes to Sin.”

“You do realize that most of them have been with Sin at some point.”

“Yeah, I get that, but I don’t want to be reminded of it.” She turns her head from the computer screen to me. “How could you want to ask Scarlet for advice and then the entire time you’re doing it you’re wondering if you’re as good as her or if she gave you bogus intel?”

Sitting back on the couch I feel defeated. “I don’t think she’s like that. None of them are malicious like Kara was. They’re here to have a good time. It isn’t about any of this being permanent like it was with her.”

“Well, let’s go to the kitchen and grab some bananas.” She wiggles her eyebrows before hopping up from her seat to head to the kitchen. “Here.” When we reach the kitchen, she grabs the fruit from the counter, handing me a banana.

“I’m not sure this is anatomically correct.” I flip the fruit around and examine it. “Do you have a cucumber or zucchini?”

She laughs, shaking her head. “No, I don’t. Okay, so the crown is always sensitive, same with the undershaft. Those are the two hot spots. His scrotum is sensitive too, and that’s always nice to play with or fondle. I’m sure Lick will tell you how he likes it. Suction is key, your tongue and the pressure you apply, but make sure you keep your teeth out of it—unless he wants it, of course.”

“Okay…”

“Deep throating is good, taking it until it hits the back of your throat, but make sure not to gag too much. You wouldn’t want to puke on him. That would be bad.” She encourages me by nudging my arm, holding the banana up to my mouth. “Come on. I know you’ve seen the movie, Old School. You know when Andy Dick tries to teach the girls how to give head. It’s like that.”

“I’m not sure this is sanitary.”

“And having Lick’s cock and all that metal in your mouth is?” My eyes cut to hers. “The girls talk, honey. Way before you showed up.”

Closing my eyes, I push the banana further into my mouth. I feel like a complete idiot. This is an utter waste of time because I’m certain the thing that’s currently in my mouth is nothing like the thing that I want in my mouth. Maybe my inexperience is a turn on for him. Maybe he’d want to teach me how he likes it. I can be his student. And he can be my teacher.

“Remember to hum or moan because they like to feel the vibration on thei–”

“What the fuck!”

My eyes snap open at the sound of Sin’s voice. Dropping the fruit onto the counter, I turn to meet his gaze.

But he’s not alone.

Tylan is standing next to him with a dang smirk on his face.

I feel the heat of embarrassment as it creeps up my neck. “Oh. Hey, Sin.” I give him a little wave. “I see you, um, cut your beard.” My eyes find Savannah whose body is shaking with silent laughter.

Chuckling, he rubs his hand over his somewhat clean-shaven face. “Grace was starting to pull it, and that hurt like a bitch.”

We fall into an awkward silence, and the beat of my heart picks up when I see a sly grin form on Tylan’s face. I know he’s not gonna let this go. I know he’s gonna give me hell for what he walked in on, so I decide to beat him to the punch.

“I’m trying to learn how to give a blow job.”

I hear Sin curse under his breath. “I’m gonna go check on my daughter,” Sin says, grabbing a giggling Savannah by the hand and leading her out of the room.

Once they leave the room, Lick tilts his head, crossing his arms over his chest and leaning against the counter. “Practice, huh?”

I mimic the same stance. “Yep.” I pop the ‘p’ at the end.

“How’s that working out for ya? Getting in a good lesson? Need any pointers?”

“It’s going great. Perfect in fact.”

His lip tugs into a slanted grin. “You thinking about practicing on the real thing or is fruit more your vibe?”

“Spitting is quitting!” I hear Sin yell from the hallway. Lick chuckles, so I take the banana and chuck it at him.

He throws his hands up in defense batting the banana to the floor. “Hey now, Sugar Tits, you gotta be gentle with the merchandise.”

“Gah. You’re so infuriating.” As much as he makes me mad that he’s laughing at my expense, I love the sound of his laugh. “What are you even doing here?”