His hands fell to the button of my jeans, and he deftly flicked them open, curling his fingers into the belt loops to tug them down.
“Jay—what are you doing?” Irasped.
“Taking these off. Is that alright?” he asked, and I shivered with anticipation.
I’d never gone this far with anyone before.
I’d kissed a few boys in high school, but after that humiliating experience with Dylan in college, I had avoided any kind of dating and just focused on my school work.
Would that be a turn-off?
Should I tell him I was a virgin?
My cheeks heated at the thought.
A twenty-three-year-old virgin.
So embarrassing!
‘You don’t have to be embarrassed about anything with me, Milo. I’m a safe space for you.”
Jay’s words rang through my head as he stared up at me, waiting for me to give him permission to take my pants off so he could… Well, I didn’t knowwhathe planned to do once they were off, but Ireallywanted to find out.
“If we’re moving too fast, we can stop. Whatever you want, baby, just say the words, and I’ll stop.”
My toes curled at the term of endearment, and I shivered again, my hot skin sheeting with goosebumps.
No one had ever called me baby before.
“I don’t want to stop…” I gasped, doing my best to be brave and tell him the truth. “I’ve just never… I’ve just never done something like this before.”
He froze, and his eyebrows shot up into his hairline in surprise.
“Really?”
I nodded, my cheeks flooding with shame.
“Yes, really. Is that… is that a turn-off?” I whispered, and his mouth dropped open.
“No, sweet boy. It’s not a turn-off. It’s hot asfuck.You mean to tell me that I’m the first person you’ve ever been with?”
I nodded, swallowing hard again and wishing my cheeks would cool down.
His eyes were so dark and filled with lust that I squirmed fromthe intensity of it.
“Jesus Christ, Milo. You’re going to be the death of me…”
He dropped his gaze back down to my hips, licking his lips at the straining bulge beneath my half-undone jeans.
He ran a flat palm up my abdomen, stroking his thumb gently over my treasure trail before using his other hand to slowly pull down the zipper of my jeans.
“Let’s get these off…” he murmured, tugging them down my legs and shifting slightly so I could kick out of them.
He looked absolutely feral as he stared at my hard cock beneath my boxers. I wished I’d worn ones without stupid little pizza slices on them, but he didn’t seem to care. Almost reverently, he wrapped his hand around me through the soft cotton and squeezed gently.
I groaned, bucking my hips up into his hand, and he cursed, using his other hand to undo the button on his own pants.
I watched through half-closed eyes as he slid his hand down his boxers to grip his own dick as he continued to stroke me.
