Page 9 of Dirty Secrets
“You can ask me anything. I don’t freak out as easily as Reid and Logan.”
“It’s a sex question. Well, sort of,” I said hesitantly, and he chuckled as he stole a quick glance at me.
“I’d rather you ask me than someone else. You’re going to have sex eventually, and I’d prefer you to be prepared. Seriously, ask me anything.”
Reid would’ve shut this down fast if I’d asked him, and Logan probably would’ve made it weird then told Reid. It was still awkward to discuss with Zavier, but he was definitely the better option.
“For one, I want some kind of contraception, but I don’t know what’s best on the cheaper end of things. And two, what the fuck do I even do if I sleep with someone? Everyone my age has been fucking since they were kids, so anyone I sleep with is going to know what they’re doing and I’ll look stupid,” I pointed out, his hand moving from my thigh to take my hand and gave it a reassuring squeeze.
“I think contraception is smart. I can help you with that. Sometimes, it’s a little bit of trial and error. Some people findtheir bodies react better with the pill, while others prefer the IUD. The pill is obviously something you have to take daily, whereas other options can last for up to five years. Most girls I know seem to prefer the pill, but Penn has the implant, which is the small bar that gets inserted in your arm. Maybe you could ask her about it?”
At first, I’d been really bothered by Zavier’s caring side for Penelope Whitlock, but it became obvious that he only cared for her like a little sister. She lived in Rawson Grove with her four boyfriends who ran the Night Thieves compound.
Cruz Lennox and Drake Curtis stopped by our house regularly, and as much as they annoyed me at times, they weren’t too bad. Unlike Stone Barrett and Knox Carnell, who had permanent sticks wedged up their asses and put resting bitchface to shame.
“What’s cheaper?”
“Don’t worry about that, I’ll get you what you want.”
“How are you going to get me prescription things legally, Zavier?” I asked flatly, knowing he wasn’t going to be legal about it in the slightest.
He just smirked, holding my hand a little tighter. “Don’t worry about it. I can get you what you want, and if it needs inserting, the Psychos can help. Jade did Penn’s.”
“I might just try the pill,” I mumbled, not wanting to risk some weird infection from a procedure in the Psychos’ shed, but not having the money for a doctor to do it. “What about the other stuff? Tell me what you like in bed.”
He almost jerked the damn car off the road, returning both hands to the wheel.
“Jesus, Raven. Warn a man. What I like in bed is probably different to someone else. People like different things.”
“Well? What do you like?” I asked curiously, turning my body to face him better. “I won’t tease you if you like a finger in the ass. It’s not your fault God put your come button in there.”
He laughed, seeming to relax. “I mean, I’ve let people do that before, but I wouldn’t recommend surprising someone with it. Guys are really sensitive about their masculinity, and a finger in the ass is pushing it for most. If you’re sleeping with someone who isn’t willing to teach you things, you shouldn’t sleep with them. Take your time, and don’t let anyone bypass foreplay, okay? It’s important to make sure you’re ready so it will hurt less.”
“What if they want me to get on top? What do I do?” I laughed it off, but inside, I was genuinely panicking. I’d seen porn plenty, thanks to living with a bunch of perverted neanderthals, but it looked hard and they changed positions a lot.
Was I supposed to do that?
“You’re overthinking it. Make it clear that it’s your first time. A decent man will look after you and guide you. I really would recommend letting them take charge the first time. Just lie back and relax. If someone makes you uncomfortable or they’re not listening to you, call me. I don’t give a shit if you’re naked and can’t find your clothes. Call me and I’ll get you out of there, okay? Any time, not just your first. You’re not just one of my best friends, you’re family, and you can come to me about anything. No judgment,” he said with a small smile, letting me think about his words for the rest of the drive until we pulled into the Squashed Melon Cafe parking lot in Rawson Grove.
We walked inside and sat in the back, ordering our waffles and shakes before striking up conversation again.
“You never told me what you like in bed,” I said randomly, and he chuckled, leaning back in his seat to watch me from across the table.
“Why do you want to know so badly?”
“Curiosity. I know Logan and Reid seem to like group stuff, but you rarely participate now. Don’t you like team activities anymore?” I joked, amusement flashing across his face.
“I just don’t do it in front of you anymore because I know it bothers you. I like a variety of things. I like it rough, but I also really like the slow, sensual shit. It’s hot.” He leaned forward, resting his elbows on the table and holding my gaze. “I really like eating pussy. Holding a girl down and making her come on my tongue? Best thing ever. I love it when they pull on my hair and beg me to stop and keep going in the same sentence.”
I swallowed, trying to ignore my pussy as it clenched at the thought.
“What if a guy wants me to go down on him?”
“If it’s your first time, you punch the prick in the teeth,” he said without the hint of a smile. “Any other time, don’t be afraid to make it sloppy. Girls panic and think it’s gross when they’re drooling down their chin and gagging on dick, but trust me, we love it.”
He made it sound so simple, and I wondered if he was the best choice to teach me. I trusted him, and maybe there was some truth to his flirting after all?
Would he sleep with me?