“You alright? We don’t have to do anything you’re not ready for.” I’d have to take a cold shower and rub one out at this point, but I’d jerk off every day for eternity if that’s how long it took him to feel at ease.
“How are you not nervous right now? I know you’ve done things with… well, I know you’ve donethings. But never with a guy, right?”
“No. Never with a guy. This is as much my first time as it is yours.”
“Then how come I’m the only one freaking out?”
I chuckle. His eyes are wide and panicked, so I lean in and give him a soft kiss. “Because I’m confident in you. You’re the one I want to do this with.”
He blows out a breath and lifts our joined hands to his chest, holding them there for a beat. “Will you guide me? I mean, I obviously know the mechanics of it all, but I want it to be good for you.”
“Whatever you need, baby.”
That lopsided smile I love so much tugs at the corner of his mouth, brightening all his features.
I lean in to kiss him. “I think we’re both still wearing entirely too many clothes.”
He glances down at himself, still fully dressed, then back at me, bare-chested, dick out, and shorts bunched awkwardly around my thighs.
He huffs a laugh and drops beside me on the bed. He reaches for the hem of his shirt, but I stop him. “Let me?”
He lowers his hands as I sit up on my knees, grasping the bottom of his t-shirt and dragging it over his head. With each inch of newly exposed skin, my breathing picks up, excited by the prospect of what we’re about to do.
His shorts are next, but I get too impatient and end up ripping them in my haste. We both look down at the torn fabric and burst out laughing.
“Eager much?” Hud teases.
“You have no idea.” I finish peeling off the rest of his torn shorts and toss them over my shoulder. When he reaches for mine, still clinging to my thighs, I bat his hands away. I want to seeallof him first.
“What’s wrong?” he asks, brows knitting together.
“Not a damn thing,” I rasp, my throat dry. My mouth waters as my eyes drink him in.
Hud is fit. We both are, from soccer and the weightlifting elective we take, but Hudson… he was made to be lean and muscular.
He flexes his stomach, making his six-pack more prominent and his rock-hard dick jump. My eyes lock onto his cock, the crown red and swollen, slick at the tip. Without a second thought, I lean down and lick his slit, gathering the sticky liquid on my tongue. He tastes delicious, the salty and slightly sweet flavor enveloping my mouth.
“Holy fuck!” he yells.
I reach up and slap a hand over his mouth, my heart racing. “You need to be quiet.” The idea that someone could catch us flashes through my mind.
He pulls my hand away, chest heaving from just that small amount of attention. “The room’s soundproof. My grandparents wanted complete silence at night. No one can hear us.”
I grin wickedly and finish stripping, tossing my shorts in the same general direction as Hud’s. “Well, in that case… ”
I want to pick up where I left off, eager, excited, and determined to give my first-ever blow job.This is Hudson’s first one, too,I remind myself. I want this to be something he remembers forever.
Knowing what I enjoy, I start there. I settle on my stomach between his outstretched legs and wrap my hand around his beautiful cock. It fits perfectly in my palm, thick and warm, with a long vein running up the underside and a slight upward curve. His short blonde hair is neatly trimmed, showing off every inch he has to offer.
I tighten my grip, testing how much pressure feels good.
“Shiiiiiit,” he exhales. “I thought I was going to be doing the touching.”
“Plans change, baby,” I smirk, taking another small taste of his tip.
“Yeah, not complaining.”
“I’m going to do what I know feels good, but you’ve gotta tell me what you enjoy, and what you don’t. Okay?”
