“I dunno,” I said because I hadn’t thought about it like that. “I was just thinkin’ that I-I liked what we did the other day. But I didn’t know if I liked it ’cause it was fun or…I was actually into ya.”
Walker let out a little laugh. “You were worried you liked the sex but not me?”
“I guess, yeah,” I admitted as I slid my other hand down to rest at the top of his shorts. There was next to no distance between my hand and his dick, and all I needed to do was find the courage to cross that distance and confirm I was enjoyingeverything.
“And you decided…to try the checklist? That’s what you wanted to talk about?”
“Yeah, sorta…yeah.”
“I honestly don’t know what’s funnier, that I’ve been sweating over what was going to come out of your mouth or the fact that you’ve been complicating things when simplicity was always your strongest suit.”
I frowned. “That don’t sound complimentary.”
He tilted his head back to smirk at me. “In a world full of complexity and messy boundaries, having someone who is willing and good at simplicity is a blessing, trust me.”
“I do,” I said automatically, and that was all it took for me to cross that final invisible barrier and bring my hand down to rest over his crotch. I froze when I found not just a…well, I guess, a lump, but firmness. Not that I should have been surprised he was hard, I was standing over him, groping him and talking about enjoying what we did the other day. Apparently knowing I was groping a guy wasn’t enough for my brain to not besurprised when I found a guy’s hard dick where his dick should be.
“I felt that,” Walker said with a snort.
“Sorry,” I muttered. “Got a little jump scared, I guess.”
“You don’t have to do anything,” he told me softly, making me sigh.
That was true, but I could remember the way his body had bent and twisted on the mat in the yoga class. I remembered the way his ass had caught his shorts and stretched the fabric tightly over it. I remembered the sight of him kneeling before me as he held my cock in his mouth, eagerly, as if it wasn’t about containing the mess, but because it excited him.
No, I didn’thaveto, but I felt like there was no other option at this point.
My hand slid into his shorts, and I had no problem finding his dick and wrapping my hand around it. That was the first time I had ever intentionally touched another man like that, and it was definitely the first time I had ever grabbed their dick under their clothes. I felt his body stiffen against me, but he leaned back all the same, and despite there not being a lot of room in his shorts for my hand, I experimentally gave it a few strokes. It wasn’t exactly what I’d call the most exciting thing, but when I heard the soft breath he let out as the pleasure took over his nerves, I knew I was hooked.
“Here,” I muttered, pulling my hand out and shoving his clothing out of the way so the shorts dropped to his feet in a heap. He casually stepped out and tossed them away with a kick of his foot, and turned to look up at me as I pulled him closer. His cock was pressed between our bodies and I smiled when he grunted in annoyance. “Sorry, denim probably don’t feel too good.”
“No,” he agreed, unsnapping my jeans with a flick of his wrist. “You’ll feel a lot better.”
I had no problem letting him do it, and though he had to shimmy the jeans and underwear off me until they reached a point where they could fall to the ground, he didn’t hesitate. From where he was hunched over, my cock sprang into view, already hard and reminding me I was enjoying this. It was definitely not my normal, but right now the ‘weird’ didn’t matter nearly as much as the fact that I was once again witnessing Walker reach the point where his hesitancy and worry were dissolving like an ice cube in the desert.
“Goddamn,” he breathed as my cock bobbed heavily near his face. His eyes flicked up to me, raising a brow. “So, uh…what’s on that checklist of yours?”
“Huh?” I asked, having expected him to pop back up so we could resume, not start playing the question game with him. “What do ya mean?”
He glanced at my dick. “You, uh, thinking about fucking me at some point?”
“Uh—”
“I didn’t mean right now. I’m not going to leap right into anal when you’ve only just grabbed your first dick.”
“Well…second.”
“First of someone else’s.”
“I mean,” I said, glancing down at his ass as it stuck out from his bent-over position. “I ain’t sayin’ no.”
“We’ll cross that bridge if we come to it,” he said with a snort as he got to his knees instead, using my clothes under his knees as he gripped the base of my dick. “Don’t expect any miracles out of this.”
I blinked. “Uh…what?”
But then I watched as his mouth wrapped around the head, and while I still didn’t know what he meant, I decided it didn’t matter. Instead, I was focused on the fact that I had Walker, of all people, kneeling before me and stuffing inch after inch intohis mouth and then, with a groan on my part, down his throat where the warmth became a firm grip
“Shit,” I swore softly as he fed an impressive amount of me into his throat before stopping. Not that I blamed him; I wasn’t an expert on dicks, but I knew when big was big, and I wasn’t exactly small. Honestly, he could have managed half of what he had, and I’d have been perfectly happy. As it was, there was only about half my dick in his mouth and throat combined, but his hand never stopped moving as it took up the rest of the job that his mouth couldn’t.
