“Of course.” He steps up behind me, shoves his hands into the front pockets of my jeans, and rubs his cock against my arse through our clothes. His cock gets hard right away. Then he stops and rests his chin on my shoulder. “I don’t want you to think I’m using you.”
“Hey, you’re not. I’m the one who suggested you could use me to explore your curiosity. I’m completely happy with this arrangement.”
“Really?”
“Yes. It’s a bit like an extended one-night stand. Who knows? It might turn into something more, but it’s okay if it doesn’t. I’ve got no expectations. I’m not attaching any strings to my offer. I’ll spend the whole day in bed with you, helping you explore your sexuality if that’s what you want. It’s a pleasure, not a hardship.” I press my back against his chest and wiggle my arse over his groin. “Or we can play cards and watch films.”
He kisses my neck. “I prefer your first suggestion.”
“Yeah? Me too.” I place the clean bowls on the draining rack and pull the plug out.
He presses his lips against the crook of my neck and stays there. “Do you want more?”
Yes, so much, yes. “Do you?”
“I—don’t know.”
My heart sinks. “That’s okay.”
“It’s been a while since I’ve been in a relationship.”
“I know.”
What did happen between him and Erica? Would Rufus know all the sordid details? I’m going to ask him. Jett will tell me if and when he’s ready.
“It was a bad break-up.”
“I’m sorry.”
“It’s made it hard for me to trust anyone else.”
I reach my hand over my shoulder and cup his face.
“But I trust you.” He nuzzles my jaw. “So I think I’d like to keep exploring with you after the weekend is over. If you want to.”
I close my eyes and release a happy sigh. “I’d like that.” He’s not promising me a relationship, but I’ll take what I can get. No-strings sexual exploration is better than never being this close to him again.
“Kian.”
“Hmm?”
“What’s it like to have sex with a man?”
I open my eyes. “You’re asking about anal, aren’t you?”
“Yes.”
“That’s not something you need to rush into.”
“I know.”
“But curious guy is curious?”
He chuckles. “Something like that.” He takes his hand from my pocket, pushes my T-shirt up, and skims his palm over my stomach. “It’s kind of obvious who puts what where when it’s a man and woman.”
“Unless they’re into pegging.”
“Huh?”
