“I didn’t know that, but I do now. That’s what matters.”
Chapter 20
Hanlon
As I lay in bed last night, my mind racing, I thought of a million different ways this thing between us could play out. Most of them were not good. But the one that gave me the most peace was accepting that this is messy, potentially disastrous, and absolutely what I want.
Will it last forever? Probably not.
Do I want to look back and feel like I wasted an opportunity to love a man I’ve loved my whole life in a new way?Definitelynot.
Stone has been my guiding light for a long time.
Our foundation was laid years ago, and although it’s taken some hits, there have been several moments since I’ve moved out here that have me convinced it’s still intact.
I’m willing to repair the damage if he is.
“Stone,” I say, pulling his attention off my abs, where he’s currently drawing random shapes over the ridges.
“Hmm?” he hums.
“We should talk about expectations and comfort levelsbecause if you keep doing that, I’m going to put your dick in my mouth while I jerk myself off.”
Stone’s eyes snap to mine, and I see the heat in them.
Oh,he likes that idea.
“Then again, maybe I’ll do it anyway,” I tell him, sitting up, gauging his reaction as I roll him onto his back. Since discovering that Stone seems like a pretty good fit in the demi category,andknowing his experience is nonexistent, I fully expect to drive the physical aspect of this crazy train.
Sliding down his body, I pepper kisses along his bare stomach and find myself once again toying with the waistband of his sweatpants.
Pulling them down just enough to expose the start of the dark hair that frames his cock, I run my nose through it, inhaling deeply.
Stone’s dick twitches under my chin.
“Is this okay?” I ask again.
“Mm hmm,” he hums. He’s wound tightly, jaw clenched, eyes closed.
“Stone, look at me,” I command, smiling when his eyes land on mine. “Relax. We never have to tell anyone about this. What we do in this house is no one’s business but our own. I want your dick in my mouth too fucking much to care how taboothat desire is, and I want you to enjoy this; not be wracked with guilt or shame. So, if you’re not there yet, you need to let me know.”
“No, please don’t stop,” he says, running a hand through my hair. “I’m fine. I promise. It’s not that it’syouthat’s freaking me out. It’s just been like a really long time since anyone sucked my dick.”
“How long isreally long?”
“Um, high school?” He phrases it like a question.
“Clarissa Jenkins was the last person to have this dick in their mouth?” I practically screech.
“Uhhh…yeah?” he says, eyes narrowed, like ‘How do you know that?’
“I overheard you talking to Ben about it. We shared a paper-thin bedroom wall back then, remember?”
He smacks his forehead with his palm. “You must think I’m such a loser.”
Pulling his hand away, I lean up to kiss his palm.
“I don’t. Sexuality is a spectrum, Stone. People fall all over the place, and can move around on it, too. Did I expect you to have been a little more promiscuous? Yes, but that’s a shitty assumption on my part. Just because you’re hot as fuck doesn’t translate into wanting sex all the time.”
