Make Me by Charlotte Stein Read Free Book Online

seems fine. In fact, it seems like he’s humping his hand, if the rocking of the bed is anything to go by.
    ‘Or maybe she’d like something more substantial – fill her with a dildo while you lick her clit … Yeah, that sounds good. Though if we really want to go over old times, you could fill her with something else while
I
lick her clit. What do you say? You want to fuck her while I go down on her?’
    I honestly had no idea that Tyler was this good at dirty talk. Really no clue. I mean, I knew he had the confidence, and certainly he didn’t hold back when we were together, but he’s so refined. His voice is like crushed velvet – though that only seems to make it worse. He’s practically reaching across the bed to stroke me with each lewd suggestion, in a way that makes me certain he knows. He just does.
    I’m awake, and he’s aware of it.
    And now he’s just waiting for my breaking point.
    ‘Or maybe I could fuck her while you go down on her – yeah, that sounds good, huh? I could pound that tight little pussy of hers while you make a mess of your face. Maybe she’d even suck you while you go at it … What do you think? Think she’d be up for that?’
    The answer is yes. Always yes, Tyler. There’s just one teeny tiny problem, however: I can’t seem to get that word out of my mouth. And, apparently, neither can Brandon.
    ‘I don’t know, I don’t know,’ he moans, despite the fact that he hasn’t stopped masturbating. I can actually hear him, now – that slick shuttle of a hand, over a slippery cock, the pacing of his breathing, sometimes tight and sometimes rapid. He’s going to come soon, I think, but he shouldn’t feel bad about that.
    I’m going to come soon and no one’s doing anything to me. I’m not even doing anything to myself, except maybe squeezing my thighs together, occasionally. And I’ll be perfectly frank – the squeezing is doing absolutely nothing for me. I might as well be punching myself in the face.
    ‘Oh no, wait … I’ve got the best one. Yeah, yeah, how about this? You fuck her sweet little pussy and, while you’re busy with that, I’ll get her ass all nice and slick and then I’ll just ease my –’
    ‘Stop! OK, stop, stop, stop. Stop. Just – red rum, OK? No, no, no,’ Brandon says, only this time it’s obvious he means it – for more than one reason. First off: he practically shouts the words, even though they’ve been keeping things quiet up till now. Secondly: the rocking of the bed ceases, about a hair’s breadth after he’s said it.
    And finally – most damningly – I’m fairly certain that’s a safe word. He just said a safe word to Tyler, over some sexual thing that Tyler is saying, while I’m lying not a foot from him. Because let’s be honest here – there aren’t many other things those two words could mean in a situation like this.
    My two best friends have a safe word.
Together
. For … for what? Situations like this one? And, if that’s the case, then is it also the case that situations like this one arise with some
frequency
?
    I don’t know. I don’t know anything about anything. I’m too flabbergasted to process real thoughts or formulate actual questions. My whole body is frozen to the bed in this one curled position, to the point where I’m starting to cramp up and maybe get dry eye from all the wild staring into nothing but my pillow.
    God only knows how I’m ever going to move again. Or talk again. Or do anything again that requires me to get up off this bed, go into the living room, sit at that one rickety table and look both of them in the eye.
    Because of course when I eventually go through all of those motions, I’ll have to say something about this. It’s a given, really, and not just due to the fact that a second later Tyler gets up from the bed and disappears. Or that Brandon seems really bothered by all of this, in a way I can’t quite grasp.
    There’s also the knowledge in me that I actually want to