“Are you telling me you’re a virgin?” Linc might not be able to handle it, after everything else. But he would. He’d find some self-control, and he’d take it easy. It would be worth it.
“What? No. How can you say that when I just told you about the guys I’ve fooled around with? Just because I’ve never had a dick in my ass or fucked someone else, then I’m still some kind of mystical sacred sea otter?”
“Mystical—? Red, I don’t even know what that means.”
“It means...what happens if I’m not good at this?”
* * *
The question hung in the air, and Avery’s heart did a weird thumping rhythm like a bobblehead on a dashboard.
“I’m pretty sure that’s not possible,” Linc said slowly.
“But it—”
Linc dragged his nose from Avery’s hair to the hinge of his jaw. “Can we get some clothes off? I’ll show you how great you’re going to be.”
“Uh. Sure.” His voice was breathy, and uncertainty rattled in his chest. “But—oh!” Before he could say anything else, Linc dropped to his knees. He undid Avery’s belt buckle and lifted his shirt, exposing his freckled belly button and the soft red hair below it, running into his waistband.
Linc placed a kiss along the copper trail. “I’m sorry I ran.”
“It’s okay.” Avery dug his fingers into the upholstery, and Linc explored with his mouth.
“It’s not. I’m going to make it up to you.”
“You don’t have to.”
“I want to. I’ve wanted to for weeks. It’s almost all I think about.”
He’s watching you. Can’t take his eyes off you.
Quinn had told Avery that. Thinking about someone else in this moment seemed weird, but as Linc traced wet open-mouthed kisses over Avery’s skin, Quinn’s voice in his ear all night came back to him.
He can’t stop staring. Don’t look. It’ll spoil the game.
Anyone in this room can see. He wants to eat you up and suck you dry. If a man looked at me like that, honey, we wouldn’t make it to the door.
Linc rose, pushing Avery down to the couch and straddling him. Linc’s mouth covered his, and he gasped. His fingers threaded into Linc’s dark hair while their tongues chased each other.
“You have no idea how much I want you. How much I think about you.”
Avery shuddered. “The morning we woke up together, I had to jerk off twice in the shower before I could come back to get dressed.”
Linc rumbled. His mouth sealed over Avery’s, his erection pressed against Avery’s stomach. Sweat trickled down the small of his back. Avery was so warm, exhilarated and aroused, he was going to burst into flames in a minute. He pushed Linc back long enough to peel off his shirt, and Linc did the same. They needed to deal with their pants too, but the T-shirts were barely on the floor before Linc was back, pressing skin to skin. His body was so different from Avery’s. Tight and muscled, his chest hair wiry and coarse where Avery’s was soft and thin.
Linc seemed to like it, though. He rubbed his face on it like a cat before sucking on each of Avery’s nipples.
“Oh God.” Avery held him there, panting. No one had ever sucked his nipples before, and, holy shit, that needed to happen again. Often. Right now.
Linc rasped his fingernails over Avery’s sides. “Wanna make you feel good.” He was moving lower, mouth on Avery’s sternum, his abs—or where his abs would be if he had any. His thumb stroked over Avery’s erection, and Avery would have come off the couch if Linc’s more sizeable body wasn’t holding him down.
Linc’s brown eyes were like early-morning coffee as he glanced up. He kissed Avery again, thumb still working. “Can I make you feel good?”
Avery nodded vigorously. “Yes. Yup. You can do that. I like—yes, that. Go ahead,” he babbled as Linc undid the top button of his jeans, then slowly slid the zipper down. The suspense was torture. The best kind of torture.
“Lift your hips for me,” Linc said gently, kissing the arc of Avery’s hip.
Avery did. Linc slipped his fingers around the open jeans, and then farther in to the elastic of Avery’s briefs. He asked silently with his eyebrows, and Avery nodded, arching up more, until Linc had all his clothes pulled down to his knees.
