Page 55 of The Plus One Pact

He tosses the tools on the bed and slides his jeans to his ankles.

He kicks the bottoms off.

"The boxers too." I try to find the confidence in my voice. It's hard. I'm not used to it. But it feels good to play this game with him. To try on this role.

Romeo does away with his boxers.

I take a moment to take in the sight of him. He is a beautiful man. Just the right height, just the right build, just the right size. Not too tall or too short or too broad or too slim.

Just right.

Only a little taller than I am. I should be used to that—I'm about as tall as most guys. I am. But, somehow, it feels different with him. Like it means we fit together just right.

"Get on the bed," I say.

He complies.

I slide onto the sheets with him. I move onto my side, bringing my lips to his. Kissing him again.

This time, when I finish with his mouth, I move to his neck.

His chest.

His stomach.

His cock.

I haven’t done this in a long time. I don't have the confidence I once did. But I'm still eager to wrap my lips around him. To taste his flesh.

He feels good in my mouth.

Right somehow. That's the only way to explain it, really.

I tease him with a few flicks of my tongue. He lets out a low, deep groan as he reaches for me.

His hands brush my shoulders.

Do I really have him where I want him or is this part of his routine? I'm not sure, but I don't exactly want to stop and ask either.

I toy with him again. A few more flicks. Then the suction.

I take him a little deeper.

I take him again and again.

Not enough to get him there. Only enough to tease. To taste him.

Then I release him and kiss my way back up his body.

He kisses back, but he doesn't resume control. He continues to follow my lead.

I can ask him for anything. To touch me. To taste me.

But I don't want to wait. I want him now.

I press the condom into his palm. "Now."

He tears the foil packet and rolls the rubber over his cock.