The Dysfunction Of Evan: Books 1-3 Collection

28. The Art of Seduction

I wasn't good a seduction. I preferred to be seduced. Usually, to make my desire known, I pretty much said 'hey, lets do it', and let my partner take over. After I was raped, it became a game of how drunk could I get so that I could tolerate having sex. Those were all no-strings situations; Tom and I had a lot of strings. I didn't want to treat him like a one night stand; I didn't respect those guys, and I didn't act like I respected them, either. They were toys, I couldn't even remember their names. My brain was in survival mode, trying to fight off the depression I could feel myself sinking into. I needed to get past what happened at the club. I had wanted to in the shower, and in bed, but I couldn't bring myself to do anything. Tom washing me had been a huge turn on, but I couldn't stop thinking about that asshole's fingers on me. It made me sick.

Maybe I was approaching this wrong. I knew Tom, I trusted him with my life. He had never made me feel awkward about my sexuality. What was stopping me from going over there and claiming what I wanted? What did I want? Him? Power? Slutting it up after the rape wasn't really what had given me my power back. Proving to myself that I could still have sex did. It took me a long time to come to terms with the fact that I just went around fucking anyone who threw me a bone. For me, the best part of sex was the emotional attachment to my partner, the idea that I was giving myself to them. Even casual sex with my friends, it had an emotional attachment, it strengthened my bond with them. Running around just to fuck to prove that I could, that wasn't me, and I did not want to treat Tom like he was just a dick to jump on.

I watched him. Two songs had gone by, he hadn't noticed me yet. Maybe this was a chance for me to define my sexuality. Maybe this happened so I could learn to be bolder. I made my way down the final couple steps and marched myself over to him. He was at the sink, washing a pot.

In one swift motion, I wrapped an arm around him and slip my hand into his pants, cupping his cock. I pressed myself against his back and ran my other hand across his arm. He froze for a moment, then continued washing the pot.

"Hello." He said in an amused tone. Not the response I was expecting. I wrapped my hand around his cock, giving it a slight squeeze. He turned his head and looked at me, eyebrows raised. "Can I help you?"

Why wasn't this working? I moved the hand that was on his arm up, down his back, and around his torso, resting it on his shoulder.

He set the pot on the counter and dried off his hands. He pulled my hand out of his pants, turned around, picked me up by my hips, carried me over to the island, and set me down next to the stove. It all happened in about four seconds.

"What exactly are you doing?" He asked, an amused smirk on his face..

"I don't know." I admitted. He started laughing.

"That much is obvious." He replied after a fashion. "I think I have a pretty good idea what you had in mind."

I started to blush. He grabbed my chin and tilted my head up.

"How about we eat lunch, then, I can teach you what you want to know."

I smirked. "Did I fail that badly?"

"Let's just say, if I didn't already have an established sexual relationship with you, my reaction would not have been good." He pecked my nose.

"So, basically I just sexually assaulted my celebrity crush." I said jokingly. Tom laughed and kissed me.

"Yes, yes you did."

After lunch was cleaned up, Tom took me into the Billiard room. He handed me a pool stick and racked the balls.

"The first part of seduction, is learning to be subtle about it. Once subtle seduction is so natural to you that you can do it without even realizing you are doing it, then you can move on." He said. He sounded like a teacher.