“Just so I’m clear—you’ve done hand jobs and blow jobs. Anything more?”
His face is stoic at first. He swallows. Shakes his head. “No. At least not with another person. I’ve played with butt plugs on myself.”
“And you liked that?”
“I did.”
“Mmm,” I say, wildly turned on as I picture his dirty list. “So, everything on your list is new to you?”
“It’s all new,” he says, chin up, eyes glimmering with lust. “And when we reach the end, we’re done.”
“When the lessons are over, they’re over,” I reiterate, though at the moment I’m not thinking about endings. I’m thinking about beginnings, and coming together, and coming on each other, and in each other, and holy hell, it’s time to turn the oven off.
I am roasted.
Grant breathes a sigh of relief, clearly glad I’m onboard.
I am, all the way, but there’s one last thing. “I’ve got one more request, but it’s not quite a ground rule. More like a wish.”
“Hit me.”
I run my hands along my thighs, drawing a deep breath.
This next one matters a lot. I can’t entirely explain why. I’m not sure myself. But I don’t want to dive into sex tonight. I want the exploration, the discovery—for him, but also so I can experience it through his eyes, through his touch. “We take our time over the next few nights. Work our way up to sex. Get to know each other’s bodies. Do the things you’re dying to do.”
A wicked grin curves his lips. “I get it. You want to drive me crazy.”
I laugh. “Pretty sure you do that to me too, rookie.”
“So, we’ve got a deal?”
“We’ve got a sex deal,” I say, and that’s enough space and talk. I rise, cross to the bed, park my hands on the mattress, and dip my face to his, running my nose along his neck, inhaling that barbershop smell.
Grant shudders as the tip of my nose slides over his skin. “I want to get to know your body now,” I murmur. “To touch you. Please you. And I want you to do the same to me.”
“Oh fuck,” he groans, his hands flying to my hips.
I grin like a cocky bastard. He’s so damn frisky and his eagerness is the hottest thing I’ve ever seen. I sweep my lips along his neck. “All day long, I’ve thought about you. I can’t stop thinking about what you told me.”
Grant’s fingers curl nice and tight around my hips, digging in. “That I’m a virgin?” He seems to enjoy saying the word, knowing what it does to me, how it rolls down my spine like Christmas lights flickering on, foot by foot, row by row, till I am all lit up.
“It’s driving me wild,” I murmur, running my lips down his neck. I brush them up to his ear, nip on the lobe. Then I pull back, meeting his hooded gaze. He sits straighter, his chest close to mine, heat simmering between our bodies. His eyes shine with lust.
“I want it to be so fucking good for you. I want you to have the first time I never did,” I tell Grant.
“So, you’re a gay sex revisionist?”
I laugh. “Maybe I am. But mostly I want to watch your face as you experience the greatest pleasure ever,” I say, dragging my hand down his chest. He trembles as I go. “You’re going to love it so much. Sex is fucking spectacular.”
“How good?” he asks in a heady whisper.
“Nothing on heaven or earth is better. And I want to be the first man to fuck you, and I need to be the first man you fuck.”
Grant lets out a long, staggered breath. “I can barely keep up with you. I’m having an out-of-body experience from the way you talk to me.”
“Then you’re really going to like what we do next.”
21
Declan
Our clothes vanish in a heartbeat, and I am on him.
I climb on top of Grant, straddling him and dropping my mouth to his for a hot, searing kiss.
My cock bumps against his stomach. Valiant fucker wants to get right next to his shaft. But I hold off, waiting, teasing, so I can kiss him some more. Work him up.
Work him over.
His dick pokes me in the thigh, jerking against me. A slick of pre-come slides over my skin, and I love it. I love how aroused he is, how turned on I am, but I keep my body above him. A little space creates a lot of want.
I want him writhing for me.
I suck on his lower lip, eliciting a throaty rumble from the man, a shudder of his shoulders. Flicking my tongue across his top lip, he thrusts up under me, seeking contact. Begging for touch.
I don’t give in. Instead, I devour his mouth, my tongue tangling with his in a battle for dominance as his hands explore my chest. His palms curl over my pecs, slide down to my abs, trace the outline of my stomach.