Well, fuckin' shit, that was not what I was expecting, but I'll be honest, I agreed.
"You weren't alone there."
"May have to happen again." I wasn't sure if that was a question, a threat, or a true fuckin' statement, but none the less, I would not deny it. "What's some of the things you miss the most with not having him there?"
"Little things. I love watching men shave, something erotic to me. The smell of the cologne. The mixing of our clothes, all the domestic things. Oh," I paused and he glanced at me, "morning sex. That shit is hot. I miss that a lot." He smiled and my tummy flipped, not a good sign at all. "Have you ever been caught in the act, Mr. Dorough?"
"Uh," Howie started, reached for the glass and started to raise it to his lips before smiling, "yeah, I have; by my brother. And of the three of us, I was the one most embarrassed, for it was going on at his place, during a party."
"Huh, straight up caught up in the moment."
"I'm not one to deny my sexual need when it's there." For some unknown reason, that made me blush, okay, and heat me up. "Do you regret any of your past lovers?" I groaned as I grabbed a glass and took a long drink.
"Regret is a harsh word, you know. Dislike maybe. Do you have a porn collection?" This time, he drank from the glass in his hand, but the smile that was hinting on those lips told me everything I needed to know.
"So, sleeping around isn't your thing, would you ever have a one night stand?" I always said no, that I never would, but if I kept having this attraction to Howie, I would be re-thinking that answer. So I opted out and downed the drink, having to admit I could start to feel the drinks going to the head. Not that it was a bad thing, but I could also feel the shift in the questions, the spark between us that keeps trying to become a flame. "What's one of your deepest sexual fantasies?"
"Well," he licked his lips and I could feel my desire grow as I watched that movement, actually longing to feel it again. "Hmm…I'm into torture." I opened my eyes wide and he laughed. "Got you! Not like that, you freak. I want a whole day of flirting, touching, moaning, but not being able to actually do anything so all the pent up frustration makes your explode over and over again."
"Ah, the exquisite kind of torture; all you had to say you know." He sent me one of the wickedest smiles that sent all kinds of sparks shooting through my body and settling in one certain place.
"Would you ever have sex in a public place?" I toyed with my glass, looking down at the liquid before looking up at him.
"I would, and I have." I enjoyed seeing the look of shock cross his face, tit for tat right now. "Have you ever had sex in your recording studio?"
"I have and it was unbelievably fuckin' hot." He shifted so that he was facing me, his legs between mine. Huh, well within touching distance if I wanted. "What's something you won't do while having sex?"
"I'm not sure. I'm pretty much game to try anything once. That being said, I can't see how gagging me would be a turn on so I might have to say that actually. Would you ever do a threesome?" Howie pulled his shades down, just slightly, so I could see his eyes before he grabbed another glass and took a long drink. He might not answer but his eyes sure held a spark with that question.
"I'm not an overly possessive person by nature, but when things go on in the bedroom…" he trailed off, kind of answering the question. "So, I can assume that tongue bar has been put to use, by the way, it adds to the kissing, very hot. Anyway, spit or swallow?" I laughed at that age old question and shrugged, grabbing the last glass and raising it to him before taking a drink.
"Guess you'll have to find out." Now that look that he had sent not only sent sparks shooting but it made me so very wet. I had to know if this was getting to him like it was me so I glanced downward, thankful for the dark shades and mentally smirked as I saw the bulge pressing against his swim trunks. Granted, this wasn't the way the game was supposed to go, but I wasn't going to knock it; I was enjoying it just as much. "Have you ever gone down on a chick in a public place?"
"No, but," he glanced around for a moment before reaching to take my shades off, only to be followed by his as he stared into my eyes, his hands now resting on my knees.
"But what?"
"I'm very tempted to try that right now." Holy Mother of God! Those words sent the biggest PING straight to my core and I fought very hard and with everything within me NOT to push him over and kiss him. Or even grab his head and put him where he and I both wanted him to be.
"Are you changing the rules on me? Adding to I should say?"
"How do you figure, Theresa?"
"No hiding behind the shades. Our eyes seem to be giving away a lot."
"Honey, your nipples have been erect and straining against your top for the last 20 minutes, I don't need to see your eyes to discover that truth."
"Good. Just like I don't need yours 'cause I know you have been having a problem with something being hard and erect too." And for that, I got another fucking wicked smile. If he wasn't careful with those, I was going to be doing a lot of things in public with him. I glanced down as his hands moved from my knees and up my thighs. I was really not caring where I was, or who could see. I just needed him to touch me. But the clearing of a voice both had us jumping slightly.