“Uh. Thanks.” His hand was limp in mine, but he wasn’t pulling away either.
I furrowed my brow at him. “You have done this before, right?” It was a stupid question because, of course, someone as attractive and charismatic as him had.
He blinked once. “Done what?”
Okay. He was playing coy. I could do that.
I touched his hand to my mouth and gently kissed the back of it. He stiffened but didn’t pull away. Instead, his fingers trembled ever so slightly.
“What are you doing?” he asked, his voice higher than usual.
It was pretty self-explanatory. “Do you want me to stop?” I asked softly.
“Um. No. If you want to, you can. I’ve just never had anyone do that before.” He swallowed thickly. “Kiss my hand, that is. I feel like a lady from the regency period.” He laughed, but it sounded shrill.
I gave up on his hand, dropping it gently. It flopped onto my lap, and Leo left it there, with only a bedspread separating his palm from my now-wilting erection.
“Maybe we should just be direct,” I said.
He nodded, eyes wide.
“What’s your preference?”
“My…preference?”
“I’ll go first,” I offered. “I’m a top.”
That hung in the air for a bit. Maybe he wasn’t saying anything because he was a top too and wanted to delay an awkward conversation.
A second passed.
Then another.
“Top of what?” he said.
I stared at him. He stared back.
Maybe he’d misheard. “A top,” I enunciated my words to ensure they were clear. “I’m a top. What about you?”
“Are you saying you’re number one in something? Like the best? Sorry, I —” he noticed his hand was still limp in my lap and snatched it back “— I’m just a little confused.” He laughed nervously.
Part of me felt bad for the guy, but mostly, I was confused myself. Maybe he didn’t discuss positions and just got to it.
“Would it be okay if I kissed your neck?” I asked.
He blinked once, slowly, and now there was no doubt about it — his cheeks were turning pink. He rubbed the back of his neck. “Uh. Well.”
“You can say no,” I said.
“No, I, uh…I don’t mind. I think.”
I raised a brow. “You think?”
“I don’t mind,” he repeated more confidently. “You can do it if you want to.”
It wasn’t exactly ringing enthusiasm, but some guys were shy at the start and took a while to warm up. I leaned forward and kissed the soft skin of his neck. He was smooth against my lips, but then his skin became rougher when I moved under his jaw, hints of stubble coarse against my lips. It was another manly part about him, like his height, his shoulders, and the low noise he let out when I started to suck ever so gently. He sounded shocked, but not like he was uncomfortable or repulsed, so I kept at it.
Then my phone chimed with a notification.
