“You’re adorable when you’re tripping over your tongue.”
I doubt that.
He kisses my jaw. “I would, if it’s what you wanted.” He brushes his lips over my ear and whispers, “I’d fill you up with my cum if you asked me to.”
I fan my face. It’s hot in here.
He nips my earlobe. “You’ve got plenty of time to think about it.” He brushes his palm over my limp cock. “Not quite ready to wake up yet. Don’t worry, mine isn’t either. I’ll start here.” He brushes his fingertip over my arsehole. “Have you douched today?”
“No. I wasn’t expecting to end up in bed with you.”
“Fair. I have an unopened kit in the bathroom, if you want to. No pressure. We don’t have to have anal.”
I frown. “Your app profile and your message suggest you’re a strict top. Why would you need to douche?”
He shrugs. “I don’t. But I keep a kit around in case I pick someone up who wasn't looking for sex, but changed their mind when they met me.” He flashes me a grin.
“That happens a lot, does it?”
“More often than you’d think.” He winks.
I push stray strands of his hair away from his face. “I guess I should thank all those past guys. Show me where it is?”
“With pleasure.”
We put our cocks away and fasten our jeans. He leads me to the bathroom, which is a vile shade of green. There are four freestanding plastic storage units beside the sink, two on each side. He opens the bottom drawer of the one on the far left and pulls out a sealed douche kit.
“Need help?”
My face turns into a furnace. “Uh, no. I’m good. But please tell me the bathroom door has a lock.”
I have no idea where his housemates are or if they’re even home, but the last thing I want or need is for any of them to walk into the bathroom while I’m douching.
“It does.” He closes the door and shows me that the simple bolt slides with ease and is robust enough to stop anyone from walking in on me.
I breathe a sigh of relief.
He takes a couple of clean towels from the cupboard and balances them on the sink. The shower is over the bath, with a long hose.
He puts his hands on my hips, bends his knees, and pulls me against him, so we’re groin to groin. “Are you sure you want this?”
“You?”
He nods.
“Yes.”
I can’t ignore my mixed-up thoughts, but I also want to give in to my desire for him. Do I want him because of how gorgeous he is, how droolworthy his muscles are, or because he takes care of me and puts me first. It’s probably a combination of everything. I can’t let whatever feelings I still have for Billy stop me from living my life and having fun. Which is all this is, isn’t it? Two new-old friends hooking up for a steamy night. Jimmy’s not asking for a relationship—just sex.
He kisses me. “Take all the time you need. I’ll be waiting in the bedroom. Naked.”
My eyes flutter. “Does your door have a lock on it?”
“No, but I have a Do Not Disturb sign. I’ll hang it on the door when I go back in. You can ignore it.”
I laugh. “I should hope so.”
“But my housemates won’t. We have a strict code. The only reason to disturb a hook-up is if the house is on fire.”
