“I appreciate your confidence, but you don’t even know if you’ll like kissing a man.”
“You’re not just a man. You’re Nantes. We have so much history, and obviously we have chemistry. Maybe what I’m feeling is something I wasn’t ready for before, but I am now.”
I want to believe. God, how I want to believe him. But I’ve heard this song and dance from many a straight boy before. It all sounds fun in the moment, until they have someone’s dick in their hand.
“Van, I just think?—”
“Shh.” He puts his index finger over my lips. “That’s our problem. We think too much.”
Before I can object, Van closes the distance between us and presses his lips to mine. I freeze while my brain tries to get on board with what’s happening, but Van scoots a little closer, until his knees bump mine, and he wraps his hand around the back of my neck.
He licks the seam of my lips and I give in, completely melting and opening to him. If I’m going to kiss Van, I should make the best of it. This might be my one and only shot.
“Yes,” Van whispers, climbing on top of me and pushing me back.
I slide my hands into his silky hair and lose myself in the kiss, all too aware of my swelling cock, knowing he’s going to feel it soon. Our tongues tangle while Van makes soft moaning and humming noises, slowly grinding into me. When I feel his hardness against my thigh, I almost scream with excitement.
Van is hard.
His dick is hard.
He’s kissing me and he’s fuckinghard.
Van reaches under me and grips my hip, pulling me closer so that our cocks rub together through our clothes. He moans again, sucking my tongue before nibbling my bottom lip and diving back in. He tastes minty and fresh, but there’s something unique in there too. Something that’s just Vanian.
Oh my god. I’m kissing Vanian Taylor. Is this real life?
“Fuck,” he moans, grinding against me.
I reach down and cup his ass. He responds by bucking against me. I could come like this if I was brave enough to suggest we ditch the clothes, but I’m not. I could blow him. That would be almost as nice, but I don’t think I’m brave enough to try that either.
Vanian slides his hand up my side, taking my arm with him and pinning my wrist against the cushions above my head. He does the same to my other arm, effectively holding me in place. We both know I could struggle and get away, but I don’t want to.
“You taste good,” he whispers against my mouth. “And you feel fucking amazing.”
All I do is whimper in response.
“Do you like this?” he asks, lifting his head to gaze into my eyes. “The way I’m holding you.”
I nod, unable to find words.
“Yeah? You like being dominated a little?”
My breath catches. How the fuck could he know that?
“Because I like dominating a little.” A sexy smirk dances on his lips. “And you look beautiful, all submissive for me. Would you like to be on your knees for me?”
I squeeze my eyes shut. This is a dream. It’s all a fucking dream. There’s no way this is really happening.
“Nantes.”
I open my eyes, almost surprised to see it’s not a dream at all.
“Do you want me to stop?”
I shake my head.
“Do you want me to make you come?”
