Grinning wickedly, Roger brushed the hair from Arcelia's face. "I like the idea of being a first. Really makes me feel like you're a schoolgirl." He could tell he was really going to enjoy his day.
Suddenly Arc was pushing him down onto the bed, and a naughty glint was sparkling in his eyes. Unfortunately, she didn't pounce him like he expected her to. She was interrogating him. And he didn't know how to answer her. Head flopping back against the pillows, Roger rubbed his forehead. "Jesus, what are you my girlfriend?" he groaned. She was seriously sapping all the fun out.
With a sigh, he decided to answer her despite his not really wanting to. "Yes and no. Yes, you missed one hell of an evening. But no, this is not an afterthought fuck." Images of his night whizzed through his head- the strip club, drinking, meeting Sunshine in the parking lot, fingering her in the car, the motel, fucking Blake, the electricity that almost shorted out the entire block. Driving home afterward, thinking about whether it was too late to call upon Arc, deciding to do it anyway. Having a brief moment of doubt that she would toss him out on his ass.
"I want to fuck you," he assured her. Reaching up, he brushed a hair off her face. "I need to fuck you. Ever since you asked how deep I wanna be in your throat.... God, I wanna find out the answer to that question."