“The all-black glass building with the huge red X on it? That place?” The place that looks like a hardcore BDSM sex club.
Oh, wow, I never realised until this very second that I might be a bit of a prude. I mean, I’m no stranger to sex, obviously, but this … this is a whole new thing for me. Maybe prude isn’t the right word.
Vanilla, maybe?
I have no sex toys. Like, at all. Not that I hadn’t thought about possibly ordering something, but I didn’t think I’d use it. I’m vers but prefer topping. Bottoming to me is just the thing you do occasionally for your partner. It feels nice, but it’s not the best sex I’ve ever had, so given a choice, I’ll always choose to top. Or even blowjobs. And my hand has always been satisfying enough for me to not have the need to look for something else.
“You look terrified,” Anders says with a nervous laugh.
I try to smile. “Not at all. Just realising I’ve lived a pretty sheltered life, and I can’t wait for you to broaden my horizons.”
“I …” He looks away as he continues. “I haven’t exactly done this sort of thing either.”
“So, we’ll figure it out together?”
His eyes meet mine across the dinner table. “I’m not hungry anymore.”
My groin stirs, and I’m out of my seat before Anders can even blink. “Neither.”
Anders meets me halfway, our bodies colliding, mouths crashing together, hands exploring, and my cock goes from interested to oh fuck, I need it.
While Anders’ mouth is enthusiastic and eager, I still sense the hesitance in him. He’s holding back. I’m trying to rein in my desire to take control. I don’t need it, but at the same time, I’ve only ever been the guy who takes control, so this is new to me also.
Anders breaks our kiss, staring into my eyes with a look I can’t decipher.
“What were you thinking for tonight?” I ask.
This whole communication thing throughout is new to me too, but Anders seems to be the only person I can’t get a clear read on. I’ve mistaken pain and hurt for flirting, for fuck’s sake.
“I was thinking I want to finish what I started the other night, but I want you to come in my mouth.”
I kiss him again, because how can I not with an offer like that. Every ounce of strength I have is used to hold me back and not overpower him. Maybe this bondage thing will be good for both of us.
“Where do you want me?” I whisper against his mouth.
“Naked.” Anders walks away, leaving me to wonder if I should be undressing right here.
He doesn’t go far. Pulling out a dining room chair, he brings it into the living room. “Strip. I’ll be right back.”
Nerves or unease settle in my stomach but not because I don’t want to do this. It’s because I’m so out of my element.
I undress slowly, lifting my shirt over my head and dumping it on the floor. My jeans go next.
The cat jumps up on the backrest of the couch beside me and stares at me in the way only a cat could. It’s as if she’s saying, “I know what you’re about to do, and hey, I’m not really into kink shaming, but you should be ashamed.”
Anders interrupts my stare down with her. “What’s wrong?”
“Luck—I mean, Meatball is judging us.”
Anders laughs and dumps a plastic bag on the couch. Then he picks up the cat and snuggles into her. That shouldn’t be a turn-on, but it is. He’s been so sweet to her since the night of the spaghetti incident, and it’s adorable.
“I think it’s your bedtime, young lady.” Anders’ cooing voice warms me, and so does the sight of his retreating backside as he deposits the cat in his room.
He really has adopted her.
In a flash, he’s back at my side. “You still have clothes on.” Anders’ fingers dip into the waistband of my boxers and tug them down my legs.
“So do you.”
He smiles up at me. “Need to even the playing field?”
“Isn’t that was this is all about?” I wave a hand towards the bag. I’m dying to see what’s inside, but I’m also a little apprehensive about it.
While Anders catches up by stripping down, I shuck off the boxers around my ankles, leaving us both naked.
It’s the first time we’ve been completely naked together.
We’re both breathing heavily already, only I know mine is from anticipation. I can’t tell what Anders is thinking.
“How you doing? You going okay?” I try to force myself to not take in the beauty that is this naked man in front of me.
All tanned skin and toned muscles, and piercings.
I try to keep my eyes on the top half of him but totally fail.
My gaze drops to his cock. His hard, perfectly shaped cock.