He wiggled his butt again, back and forth, wedging my cock between his cheeks.
“Somebody woke up happy.”
If he’d been facing me, I would’ve caught untold amounts of shit for the colors my face turned in that moment. Thankfully, he kept his eyes forward and his ass . . . oh . . .
“Maybe we should do something about that,” he said, his voice a mix of sleepiness and arousal.
He wriggled again. This time, it wasn’t just my shaft squeezed between the muscles of his butt. He’d somehow shifted so the tip of my cock slipped precariously close to his hole.
“Oh, fuck,” I said. “We shouldn’t . . . I shouldn’t . . . I don’t . . .”
His laugh shook both our bodies and dislodged my dick from his doorstep.
“No, we shouldn’t,” he agreed, though I heard his smile. “But I want to when you’re ready.”
It took some effort and more than a little untangling, but he turned so he lay on his other side facing me. One hand reached up and smoothed the unruly hair from my forehead. It sprung back the moment his fingers moved away.
“You do?” was all I could think to ask.
He gave me a small smile and nodded. “I want tofeel everything with you, Sky. but only when you’re ready. I don’t want to rush anything or make you feel uncomfortable. My first time wasn’t great, and I want yours to be special.”
I leaned in and kissed him. “If it’s with you, it will be.”
That earned me an expression that reminded me of watching butter melt in the microwave. Right there, in my bed, inches from my face, Jackson Armstrong melted into a puddle of man-goo.
Okay. No. That sounded gross. Even in my head.
He leaned in and kissed me again, this time deep and passionate, our tongues brushing, as his hands gripped my head and fixed me in place.
“I want that, Jacks. I want all that with you.”
I said the words before my brain could filter them. Damn, how had that happened?
Jacks’s eyes brightened, his grip firmed, and his kisses—dear God—his kisses somehow deepened into a love song I would hear for the rest of my days.
“Can I play with your dick?” fell past my stupid lips next.
Jacks laughed into my mouth before pulling back to look at me.
“Sky, you can do anything you want to me. You don’t even have to ask. But—”
“Uh-oh. There’s a but.”
He chuckled again. “I have to pee. Stay right there.”
I watched his perky butt as he bounced out of the bed and drifted into the bathroom, only briefly wondering how I’d gotten so lucky to find this incredible guy. A heartbeat—or ten—later, he was back in bed.
“What do you want?” he asked.
And that was a fine question. What did I want?
“Can I play with your dick a little?”
He smiled as he might when a small child said something cute. “Sure.”
I tossed the covers back fast enough to make him laugh again, then scooted down so I was eye level with my target. He’d lost his hardness with his restroom intermission. With only a slight tremble in my fingers, I reached out and touched his shaft.
It was softer than I expected. The skin was softer. I didn’t mean—
