“Hmm, some of those look familiar,” he says, noting the toys in the drawer.
I feel the tips of my ears heat as a blush steals across my face. I slam the door shut.
“That isnota topic for our first hookup.”
“Isn't it really our third?”
I look questioningly at him.
“Sexting. Housewarming. Now.” He counts on his fingers.
“I don't think we can really say sexting is a hookup.”
“No? It was one of the best orgasms I've had all year.”
I meet his eyes, cheeks still tinged with red.
“I'm, uh, all clear as of last month and on PrEP.”
“I was good at the beginning of the season, but I'm not on PrEP. We should, uh, probably still use a condom.”
“Yeah, probably.”
When we'd walked upstairs, I'd been raring and ready to go. But now, talking about the details, I'm having a little performance anxiety.
“You know, I thought you'd lost interest.”
He raises his eyebrows, looking surprised.
“After I told you about Josh. I thought you might not want to anymore.”
He takes a step closer to me, then another.
“Why would you think that?”
“I mean, I cried all over you in a hotel room about my ex. It wasn't exactly my most attractive moment.”
He lifts his hand to my face and brushes my hair behind my ear.
“Agree to disagree.”
With that, his lips are on mine again. His hand grips my hair as he walks me back toward
the bed. As I feel the bed hit the back of my knees, I reach for the bottom of his sweater and lift it over his head. I rub my hands over his abs, remembering the peek I got of them at the bar.
He takes another step into my space, pulling off my own t-shirt and pushing me back on the bed. Looking up at his athlete's body in the glow of the lamp, I can't help but think how lucky I am.
He joins me on the bed, knees on either side of my hips. I crane my neck up to kiss him again, moaning in the back of my throat as his chest hair rubs against my pecs. Before long, he lowers his pelvis to mine, rubbing his denim-clad dick against my own. I try to thrust up against him, but his weight has me pinned to the bed.
He lifts his head and I'm not sure what hits me harder – his pink, swollen lips or the wild smile on them. Then he starts to slide down my body and I'm not thinking at all. Those lips are on my nipples andhis hands are tracing down my stomach, playing with the line where my skin meets my pants.
As his fingers work at my fly, I prop myself up on my elbows. His eyes meet mine, the look in them hungry. He pushes the fabric down frantically, getting my pants and underwear down my thighs and over my ankles. Before I know it, they're flying behind him as his gaze catches on my dick.
He leans forwards, sticking his nose into the seam where my thigh and groin meet, inhaling deeply.
“You're such a fucking tease.” I feel his laughter more than hear it, the puffs of air making the skin on my balls tighten. Just when I think I can't take it anymore, he pulls his head back and, looking into my eyes, takes my dick in his mouth.
Oh,fuck.
