It's so peaceful like this. Somehow, I'm calm.
Then my stomach grumbles, interrupting the moment.
“Are you hungry? I can make eggs.” Ian mumbles.
No, you don’t have to. You already do so much for me.
I ignore my annoying inner voice. “Sounds great, thank you.”
His face lights up, and I take in how happy he gets when I don’t push back or try to stop him from doing things for me.
Then he kisses my forehead on his way out of the bed, and I go all mushy. Ian stretches up and yawns as I’m collecting myself, and the bottom of his shirt lifts to reveal his trim waist, making me fall apart all over again. My greedy eyes linger for so long that he catches me and chuckles.
God, I… Fuck. I'm helpless.
I look away. “Sorry.”
“Oh no, I'm getting checked out by a hot guy. Send help,” he deadpans, stepping toward me.
The proximity makes my heart race, and when he threads his fingers through my hair and scratches the back of my head, I swear I stop breathing.
“Stare at me all you want,” he continues, gesturing at himself. “I’m all yours.”
Those words send a bolt of arousal to my balls. He's saying he's mine? That's a bit… I don't know how to feel about that, but I don't have to because Ian sticks a hand under my chin and tilts my head up. I part my lips, he leans down, and?—
He's kissing me.
Holy shit, holyshit, we're kissing again. It's like something possesses me, and my arms spring out and pull his body closer while my tongue works on autopilot. I have no idea how he isn't complaining because I have no idea what I'm doing, but from the sounds he's making, he seems to like it.
So I spear my tongue deeper into his mouth, and he lets out a moan. Holy… It's so loud and deep, and the sound travels right to my cock.
Ian pulls back, breathless. “Whew. I wasn't planning on getting this hot and heavy.”
“Plans can change.” I slip one hand under his shirt, grabbing his back muscles, and the other through his hair to drag him back in.
Last night, Ian said I could take the lead, and until he says otherwise, that's what I'm gonna do. And I want to finish whatI started. I don't think I've needed something so badly before, and if he lets me…
Aw, no. He's pulling back.
“Do you think we should leave this until later?” he says.
My crotch burns with need. Why does he want to wait? Is Ian scared I'll freak out like I did last night?
Just like that, the sinking feeling from earlier returns to my stomach.
He continues. “Especially since?—”
I groan, stopping him mid-sentence. “Don't handle me with kid gloves. Please. I want this.”
“So do I.” He runs a rough hand through his bedhead. “Fuck, I want you so bad, but don't you have to work on Sundays?”
Oh.Yes, I do.
I palm my erection while checking the clock, and yeah, I have five minutes to spare before I have to leave, if that.
As much as my dick protests, I still feel like my first sexual experience with someone else should be a little more…glamorous than something rushed.
I hope I don't have to focus today—I justknowmy mind is gonna be occupied.
