Kill Switch by Penelope Douglas

“And now you know…” I said, “I always close my eyes
when I come.”
In high school, he’d asked if I closed my eyes in pleasure,
and now he had his answer.
He didn’t move, and neither did I. I no longer cared. I was
tired of wondering what he’d do. Now he was wondering what
I could do.
This was a game to him, and that was fine.
He just wasn’t the only one playing anymore.