“Commando? Really?” Iask.
“Not wearing as much as you thought,” he teases before reaching his free hand to his waistband and sliding his shorts down hislegs.
He steps out of them and pulls away from me once again, scanning meover.
Even though he’s the one who’s naked, I feel so vulnerable. It’s like he can see so much more of me than my body, maybe because he’s the only one who’s ever seen this side of me—this side that’s interested in fuckingguys.
He grunts, like he’s pushing past that last mental barrier between us, then stoops down and wraps his arm around my waist, throwing me over hisshoulder.
This is how I want him. Dominating me. Showing me he’s incharge.
I think his apprehension has only made me even more comfortable with him because I know he doesn’t just want to take advantage of my inexperience. He cares about how Ifeel.
He carries me into the bedroom and throws me down onto thebed.
My body bounces as it hits the mattress, and he crawls onto the foot of the bed, undoing my fly and pulling my shorts off as I kick off my flip-flops.
As soon as he discards my shorts off the end of the bed, he leans down and takes my cock into hismouth.
I moan as I enjoy his mouth moving up and down before he brings his right hand into the action, moving them in sync. I feel how wet my cock is from his saliva, enjoy how his lips slide right across theflesh.
He strokes his left hand up my pelvis, across mytorso.
“You know what I want you to do with that hand,” I tellhim.
He lets my dick slide out of his mouth and fall against my belly. He looks up at me, his lips forming a smile. “You have to develop some patience, Jesse. Take your time. I don’t want you coming toosoon.”
I don’t want to either, but I’m caught between wanting to feel that explosion and wanting to enjoy every delicious moment he can offerme.
He starts to take my cock back into his mouth, when I ask, “What’sthatlike?”
He looks back up at me, his brows pulling together before he smiles. “Only one way to findout.”
I gulp. As ambitious as I’ve been about all this, that seems like a lot, especially considering how big heis.
His expression turns serious. “I’m not meaning to tease you about it. If that’s not something you’re comfortablewith…”
“I’m not really sure if I’m comfortable with it ornot.”
He smirks before sliding up alongside me, his cock angling down so that the head rests against the sheet beside my pelvis. I roll toward him and look down atit.
“You can grab it,” he says. “That’s probably stepone.”
I blush and look away from him. What’s wrong withme?
“This is cute,” he says, taking me by my chin and turning me back tohim.
“Me blushing? Shut the fuck up. I never dothis.”
“You can’t say that anymore,” he says before his lips meet mine again like he’s trying to set me atease.
Now I can feel the heat in my face, not because I’m embarrassed or feeling like an idiot, but because I’m so fucking aroused, because he has this way of affectingme.
I reach down and grip hisshaft.
It’s sothick.
This is the first time I’ve had my hand on a dick that wasn’t myown.
