Free One Weekend by Sasha White Page B

not?‖ Mark asked with mock innocence. ―The guy wanted to suck dick, and I enjoy being sucked. We both got what we wanted.‖
    ―But you never even saw him. You have no idea who it was!‖
    The men shared a laugh, and Rick grinned. ―That’s the point of a glory hole, babe.‖
    A glory hole. A hole in the wall in the bathroom of some club that guys could stick their dick in and get it sucked by some nameless faceless person on the other side of the wall. My mind was thinking, how stupid is that? But there was no denying the arousal curling in my belly and the slick building between my thighs. How sexy would it be to suck a complete stranger off?
    STD’s aside, the idea was dirty and dangerous, and it got me hot in all the right ways.
    As if he could read my mind Rick stared at me intensely. Then his left eye blinked slow and seductively. It was a small and simple gesture, no leer, no smile, just a wink that said he knew what the sex talk was doing to me. The man knew that behind the logical straight-laced accountant was a girl who secretly loved the raw and raunchy.
    Speaking of which… ―How do you know for sure it was a him?‖
    ―Easy.‖ Mark shrugged. ―Men do it different.‖
    ―And you know this how?‖
    ―Because I’ve had both. If a guy is sucking your dick, he’s doing it because he enjoys it and it shows. Most of the time when a girl is doing it, she’s doing it to either get something from you or because you’ve begged. They’re not exactly enthusiastic.‖
    The mind boggled. What to tackle first? The fact that Mark, a guy so unrelentingly male, had been sexual with other guys before. How many and just how sexual? Had they all been nameless, faceless glory-hole types or perhaps there was something I didn’t know about our friend? Then there was the fact that some women give head because they enjoy it.

    Before I could decide which direction to take the conversation, Mark did it for me by smirking at Rick and saying, ―I don’t understand why women hate to give head so much.‖
    I tried to sound casual. ―Not all women hate it.‖
    Mark snorted into his beer, but Rick nodded. ―She’s right.‖
    As if neither of us had spoken, Mark continued on. ―And what’s even stranger is that women don’t like getting it either. I love eating a woman until she’s come a couple of times. Then her pussy is all juicy and wet and delicious, but that embarrasses them. Commercialism has women so convinced men don’t like the smell of a cunt that they only let you get down there and have a couple of licks before they pull you up by the hair. It’s been so long since I’ve had more than a tease I can’t even remember what a woman tastes like. Guys like to know when a woman’s turned on and the juice tells us that. It’s hot.‖ Mark glared at me shaking his head. ―I just don’t get your kind.‖
    ―Not all women are like that,‖ I said again. ―Some of us actually enjoy oral sex. Giving and receiving.‖
    ―Like Angie,‖ Rick said, waving the hand with his beer in it in my direction. ―I can tie her to the bed and eat her over and over until she screams, and then she thanks me for it.‖
    Mark’s eyebrows shot north, hiding under his shaggy bangs. ―Really?‖
    ―Oh yeah, and sometimes I think she prefers sucking me to fucking me.‖
    Both men looked at me and a heat that had nothing to do with embarrassment crept up my neck and into my cheeks.
    ―Reeaaally,‖ Mark repeated, drawing the word out and smiling at me. ―I’ve always known a bad girl lurked beneath those sexy secretary outfits you wear, but this is even hotter than your ability to slam tequila with the boys.‖
    Choosing to ignore Mark’s bad girl comments, I addressed Rick’s. ―It’s not that I don’t love the way you love me, babe, but yeah, I have to admit there are times when I get off more on giving you pleasure than receiving it.‖
    Rick’s dark eyes gleamed. ―C’mon, Ange, be honest. There’s more to it