[he doesn’t argue, doesn’t protest, doesn’t do anything but seal his mouth to her cunt and start devouring her, and shauna knows better than anyone that such things are an act of worship, whether it’s teeth in flesh or tongue slipping through folds sodden with desire. she hadn’t lied – jeff never did this, never did anything more than stick his hand down her jeans or up her shirt while they were making out, just enough to see whether she was wet enough to climb onto his dick. melissa had, though, had gone from the cautious, clumsy probe of virgin tongue and virgin fingers, to knowing exactly what shauna wanted, needed.

saber knows that without needing to practice, and shauna thinks of how many other girls he must have done this to, how many times he’d flicked his tongue just like that against their clits, how he’d taught himself the perfect way to hook his fingers and the perfect amount of messy to be to make them shudder and whimper and gush against his mouth. and they’d just met, and she doesn’t care about those other girls, but – but she does, she does and it makes heat pulse beneath her breastbone and between her legs and shauna’s bloodied fingers sink into the silky mess of saber’s hair (curls, she loves curls, she thinks about jackie, jackie, jackie and) and she drags her nails against his scalp and grinds up against his mouth and she speaks without thinking:] You’re so – fucking greedy, look at you, bet you’ve done this with every girl here by now, huh?

[pressing her heels to the bed, shauna rises her hips to saber’s mouth, rocks them, thrusts, imagines choking him on her fingers, her knife, she doesn’t need a dick when she has that.] I’m not like the others, Saber. Don’t – eat me out like I am. I wanna feel it tomorrow. [but she’s soaked, she’s drenched, she’s so close, but she needs, she needs–] I want it to hurt.