Taking the hint, I hop off the bed and take the rest of my clothes off. Then I relieve him of his jeans and underwear. Everything ends up in a heap on the floor. I lie over him again. He curls his hand around my cock once more and strokes me slowly.
I whimper. “If you keep that up, I’m going to come before I get inside you.”
“That’s okay too.”
Our lips meet between every sentence, every breath.
“It is?”
“Yeah. We could cuddle while you recover and then pick up where we left off. Or just cuddle. I’d be happy either way.”
“I want—”
He presses his fingers to my mouth. “I know. But there’s no rush.”
I frown. “Are you okay with having sex with me?”
“More than. I’m trying to take care of you, that’s all. Sorry. I’ll stop.”
“Don’t. It’s sweet.”
“I want you, Jett. So fucking badly. You have no idea how often I’ve dreamt about this.”
“Oh?”
His face lights up. “I can’t believe I just admitted that.”
“Would it be really arrogant to ask you for details?”
He snorts. “Maybe a little but also hot. You were my first wet dream.”
I widen my eyes.
“You’re the reason I realised I was into guys.”
“Fuck. Really?”
“Yes.” He rests his hand against my neck. “So don’t doubt for a second that I want to do this. But please also understand I’m worried you’re going to regret rushing into having sex with a guy. I know you’ve been bicurious for a while, but it’s been less than twenty-four hours since you asked me to suck your cock. And—”
I silence him with a kiss. “I won’t regret it.” I kiss him again. “If I feel uncomfortable at any point, I’ll tell you, and we’ll stop.”
“Okay.”
“Trust me to know what I want.”
“I will.”
I capture his lips again and then put my hand on his cock.
He murmurs into my mouth. “So nice.”
“I’m glad you like it.”
“Hm-mm.”
His praise gives me the confidence to wrap my fist around his shaft and stroke like he’s doing to me. “Is this what you meant by relaxing?”
“It’s one way of relaxing. A really nice way.” He tips his head back, allowing me to kiss his neck.
