“What?” he asked, pulling away slightly, his expression as inviting asever.
“I’m just wondering if all men feel like this or just you. Seems like I’ve been missingout.”
“Allow me to catch you up to speed.” His lips locked with mine once again, my body a fit ofnerves.
Pushing and pulling, I’d never lost track of my ability to concentrate as much as I did as I shoved him back against the glass window of his suite. Just as soon, he pushed against me, shoving me back against the adjacentwall.
It was like we were wrestling for dominance in the moment, each of us trying to assert our power over the other, and I reveled in the friskiness of it. I gripped his face between my hands as I pushed him back against the balcony ledge, each kiss, each swipe of my tongue against his, all the moredelicious.
Finally, I needed to catch my breath, and as I did, I noticed him gasping, which gave me the confidence that I wasn’t on my own in totally losing mycool.
A cocky smile lit up his face as hechuckled.
“What?” Iasked.
“Just enjoying how you can’t seem to keep your hands offme.”
“You don’t seem to be any lessinterested.”
He shook his head. “It’s been a long time since I’ve denied myself anything that felt that good,” he said before claiming my mouth onceagain.
I knew what fire felt like, how it pricked at the flesh and roused that heat that overwhelmed a body, how it could overtake a person so fast, and that’s what happened when Dax’s lips and body pressed up against me. The sensation seared right to the bone as I became possessed by my passion, and I somehow wound up pinned against the wall, Dax’s lips traveling down my face, to my neck. I let my head roll back and enjoyed the way his breath and wet lips and tongue felt against myflesh.
Dax’s hands found their way to my fly, and I felt him working my belt. “One time in college all over again?” he asked, a smile across hisface.
It would have been so easy to just relax and enjoyit.
Tooeasy.
I didn’t doeasy.
And it wouldn’t have answered that question on my ownmind.
“Wait a second,” I said, taking his hand, and he seemed surprised for a moment, almost looked like he thought I might chickenout.
I stepped beside him, and as he turned to me, I set my hand against his hip and guided him against the wall, swapping places withhim.
“I’m curious to get a taste. See if I likeit.”
We helped each other as he worked on his belt. I unfastened his fly, and as he tucked his thumbs in the waistband and pulled his boxers down with his pants, I assisted until they were at his ankles, his thick cock poking out from under the front flap of his button-down.
I stood there,paralyzed.
Was I really considering doing something with adick?
I didn’t know what the hell I was doing. Wasn’t even sure if I’d be any good at it. Of course, when had that stopped me with anything elsebefore?
“You sure you want to?” Dax asked, and as I checked his expression, I could sense he’d picked up on myhesitation.
“It’s just weird, isall.”
“I’ve had a lot of dicks in my mouth, and I can tell you there’s definitely nothing weird about it. But you can take your time…or just remove your pants and let me handle thework.”
“I’m not chickening out of anything,” Isaid.
“Here.” He took my hand and set it on his cock so that my hand was nestling his shaft andballs.
“Damn, that’sstiff.”
