I grab Jacob’s hair and clutch it, yanking, urging his mouth to suck me in deeper. I’m in down to the root but it doesn’t matter--I’ve seen so many things today that I never wanted to see, and I’ve got to get rid of them. Down Jacob’s throat is as good a place as any.

It’s not that I’m trying to come off as sexy, pulling his hair. Christ, no. I just want something substantial in my hand. And if it turns him on, well, all the better. It’s such a relief that sometimes I can pass for normal.