Free Beautiful Player by Christina Lauren

could.”
    “Every fuckable orifice.”
    Turning on my seat to face her, I asked, “What?”
    “Well, not every orifice is fuckable. Like a nose. Or an ear.”
    “You obviously haven’t heard ‘The Man from Nantucket.’ ”
    “No.” She wrinkled her nose, and I glanced at her freckles. Tonight her lips seemed especially red, but I could tell she wasn’t wearing makeup. They were just . . . flushed.
    “ Everyone has heard this. It’s a dirty limerick.”
    “With me?” She pointed to her chest, and I struggled to not look down. “This doesn’t increase the odds.”
    “ ‘There once was a man from Nantucket. Whose dick was so long he could suck it. He said with a grin with some come on his chin, if my ear was a cunt I could fuck it.’ ”
    She regarded me steadily. “That’s . . . kind of gross.”
    I loved that this was her first reaction. “Which part? The come on his chin or the ear fucking?”
    Ignoring that, she asked, “Would you suck your own dick if you could?”
    I started to say there is no way in hell, but then reconsidered. If it was even possible, I probably would at least once, just out of curiosity. “I guess . . .”
    “Would you swallow?”
    “Jesus, Ziggs, you’re really making me think here.”
    “You have to think about it?”
    “I mean, I would sound like an asshole if I said there is no way I would swallow, but there is really no way I would swallow. We’re talking about a hypothetical situation where I’m sucking my own dick, and I like it when girls swallow.”
    “Not every girl swallows, though.”
    My heart picked up, not only faster but harder, as if it were punching me from the inside. This conversation felt like it was careening quickly out of control. “Do you ?”
    Ignoring that, she asked, “But guys don’t really like going down on girls, do they? I mean, if you’re being totally honest.”
    “I like going down on some girls. Not everyone I’m with, and not for the reason you’re thinking. It’s intimate, and notevery woman is totally relaxed about it, which makes it hard to have fun. I don’t know, for me a blow job is like a hand job, but feels way better. But giving a girl head? I feel like that’s a little farther into a relationship. It requires trust.”
    “I’ve never done either. They both seem pretty intimate to me.”
    I stopped, quietly thanked the bartender when he put the beer down in front of me, but had no idea how to restrain the weird victory surging in my blood. What was that even about? It wasn’t like I was going to be her first head. It wasn’t like I could go there with her. Besides, Ziggy was so up front about what she wanted . . . with a tightening of my gut I realized that if she wanted me that way, she probably would have already said it. She would have walked up to me, put her hand on my chest, and said, “Would you fuck me?”
    “See?” she asked, leaning closer to grab my attention. “What are you thinking about now ?”
    Tilting my bottle to my lips, I said, “Nothing.”
    “If I was a violent woman, my palm would be smacking your cheek right now.”
    This made me laugh. “Fine. I was just thinking that it’s a little . . . unusual for you to have had sex before but not given anyone oral sex, or been on the receiving end.”
    “I mean,” she started, leaning back a little on her bar stool, “I guess I kind of gave this one guy a blow job, but I literally had no idea what I was doing, so I ended up just going back up to the face zone.”
    “Guys are pretty easy: you stroke up and down and we shoot.”
    “No, I mean . . . I get that. I just mean for me . How to do it and breathe, and not worry that I would bite him? Have you ever walked through a china section at a fancy store and you have that panicked moment where you’re totally sure you’re going to flail suddenly and break all of the Waterford crystal?”
    I leaned over, laughing. This girl was fucking unreal . “So you’re