Page 65 of A Real Goode Time

Fuck.

I came so hard I started crying, and not a cute little tear down my cheek but actual sobs of climactic release, hips gyrating, grinding on his mouth as he pushed and pushed until I was just…gone.

I fell over, completely limp, flopping onto the bed.

“Fucking…hell,” I gasped. “Rhys…you win.”

“I dunno,” he murmured. “I still can’t feel my face or move my toes.”

A long, weird silence.

“Torie?”

“Yeah, Rhys?”

“Look at me.”

I flopped my head to the side, to look at him. “Yeah?”

I knew what was coming.

“Why did we do that?”

“Do what?”

“Not have sex.”

“I…”

Shit, shit, shit.

“I have condoms in my bag.”

“Rhys…”

“Torie.”

“I’m a virgin.”

He blinked at me. “You…you’re…avirgin?”

“Yes.”

He took my hand, the one he’d come all over, which was still messy. “You knew what you were doing. That was not your first time doing that.”

I closed my eyes. “It’s…complicated.”

“Not really.”

I sighed. “No, not really. I’ve done other stuff. Just not…intercourse.”

“Is that why you didn’t want to start anything? Because it’d be your first time.”

“And I don’t do hookups.”

He barked a laugh. “You certainly don’t.” He rolled out of bed, went to the bathroom.

I heard the sink going and turned to watch. It was a small bathroom and the mirror was placed so there was no privacy if the door was open. So I got to watch as he used a washcloth to clean himself. His cock, his belly, his chest. Then, he wet a new washcloth in steaming water and came over to me, and stood beside me. He took my hand, and gently cleaned each finger, and in between, and my palm and the back, the wrist.