It sounded like the best idea I’d ever heard, but as I turned over, I saw he still had his jeans on. “Those need to come off, too,” I told him.
“You first.”
“No.Youfirst.” I stared him down like I’d stared down endless enemies with guns, knives, fists. They’d all quailed under that look.
Not Baxter Flynn. He just laughed at my expression and dived at my waistband.
“Hey!” I protested, and he laughed again.
“Oh, you want me to stop?” He’d already yanked both my jeans and underwear down, and was nosing around in my curls, pulling at them with his lips.
I fell back on the bed again. “God, no,” I whispered. “No, I definitely don’t want you to stop.”
“I want to suck you for a while, and then I think I’d like you to fuck my face,” he said, and the sheer open honesty of his words, the frank statement about what he wanted to give me, what he wanted me to do, made me painfully hard. “It was so hot that time you did.Sohot.”
It had never been like this before, no easy suggestions, no discussion about what either or both of us might find exciting. The sex I’d had was always furtive, fast, simple. Minimal prep, no teasing. Just an exchange of physical need, or a payment to make it one-sided.
His mouth moved over me, laying kisses up and down my shaft, tracing his pointed tongue along the vein, tickling under my head and holding down my hips when I bucked up. “You really are gorgeous,” he murmured again, and rubbed his face all over me, like he wanted my scent coating his skin.
And then he took me into his mouth, sucked me down with a long, low moan that told me exactly how much he had longed to do this. The first time he’d had his mouth on me had been greedy, fast, spectacular in its own way, but this go-around he was slow and thorough, as though he wanted to make sure he got his tongue on every nerve ending, every skin cell, every ridge and vein.
I propped myself up on my elbows and looked down at him, watched my cock being swallowed down by his spit-shining, stretched mouth, but when he looked back up at me, I had to close my eyes again and fight not to come then and there.
With a long, sucking pop, he pulled my cock from his lips and rubbed it over his face again. “I changed my mind,” he said. “I think we should fuck.”
“I’m not sure what your generation thinks,” I said unsteadily as he resumed sucking me, “but mine sure counts this as sex.”
He chuckled around my dick, choked for a moment, and had to pull off. “I mean, I want you in my ass. If that’s okay,” he added. “Don’t get me wrong, I could die happy with your dick in my mouth—”
“Believe me, I’m halfway there myself.”
“—but I like tofuck. You know?”
“You’d prefer that?” I asked, looking down at him again.
He gave me a lopsided smirk. “Don’t get me wrong, I like it when you jack me off. I like it when you fuck my mouth.” He held my dick at the base as he smiled up at me, and it gave a little jump of approval at his words. “And now I wanna find out if I like having your dick in my ass.Capisce?”
I winced. “Don’t ever saycapisceagain, and it’s a deal.”
He laughed, then said, “I mean it, though. I have a rubber in my wallet—” he added in a mutter, and then he pulled off those damn jeans at last and fished around in their pockets for the slimline wallet he kept there.
“You’re sure about this?” I asked once he’d bounced back onto the bed, reminding me more than ever of an excitable puppy.
My serious tone sobered him up from whatever hormonal high he was on, and he nodded. “I’m sure. Whatever else happens to us—if we get caught, if you go down for something you didn’t do, or if I do—I want to have this to remember. And I want it to have been my choice.” He rubbed his nose and looked down at the bed. “This way, I can honestly tell Villiers I seducedyou. You know?”
My tongue caught in my mouth, my throat swelling with an unfamiliar emotion. “Kid, I—” I broke off again.
His crooked smile was going to split my heart in two. “And I did, didn’t I?” he asked. “Seduce you.”
All I could do was nod.
“Come on, then,” he said, and handed me two foil squares of lube. I squeezed out the entire first packet into my fingers as he settled on the bed. “Can we do the first part like this?” he asked, sounding almost shy for the first time, and he turned over to present his ass to me. “And you put your arm under me—like this—” He pulled my non-lube-dripping hand underneath him and wrapped it around his upper chest. I pulled him close, gently sliding my knee between his legs to open his thighs.
“Comfortable?”
“Yeah.” He rubbed a warm hand along my arm around his chest, and gripped it tight, as though he were afraid I’d let him go.
I patted my slick fingers right on his hole, a bullseye with my first attempt, and he gave a soft sigh. “I want you to enjoy this,” I told him. “So you tell me how much you need.”
