Will dug his fingernails into the inside of his arm so hard they nearly drew blood in an effort not to get hard at her words. “Oh, is that all,” he said, his tone tense but actually very casual. “The bourbon is a nice touch, but rough fucking? Come on. Any old porn is rough. What he should’ve been doing was slow.” His leg was jiggling a little faster. He turned his head slightly so he could see her hands on the wheel.
“He should have dragged you up the stairs, but then when you expect rough, you get slow, and light, and he pushes you onto your back and puts his mouth on you and sucks and licks you until you are begging for it.” He was talking too much, and he had to loosen the neck of his teeshirt because it was getting hot in this car. “Maybe we should just get out and walk there, I think.”