“It feels weird to be…” His voice faded and his neck and chest turned blotchy red. He took another breath. “It’s just… I guess I thought… I mean…” He shook his head with a self-deprecating huff and smirk before meeting my eyes. I held my tongue to give him a chance to get it out. “I thought you would be the one undressing me.”
My cock filled and my balls tightened. “Is that what you want?”
His gorgeous eyes looked unsure and vulnerable, but they didn’t look afraid. He nodded. “Yes,” he whispered. “I want you to take off my clothes and touch me. Show me what to do to make you feel good. Show me what to do in bed with another man. You’re… you’re being so careful not to scare me, Wes, but I want this. Want you.”
The words were too good to be true. Hearing him say it, believing he felt it, was just… simply unbelievable. It was everything I’d ever wanted with him, and I was terrified it would get yanked away from me at any moment.
I was torn between feeling the need to distrust it and wanting to ignore all my doubts and sink into him—lose myself in him.
I reached down and squeezed myself, trying to stave off an embarrassing situation. My knuckles brushed his crotch, and he let out a groan that damned near pushed me over the edge.
His hands suddenly landed on my chest, and he leaned in to kiss me. I brought my arms around his back and moved one hand up into his hair to hold him close so I could devour his mouth. This time he tasted of orange juice and vodka, so damned sweet.
I flipped him beneath me and ground my hip against his hard cock, making him groan and curse again. After pulling off my shirt and tossing it over the side of the bed, I knelt up and finished unbuckling my belt. All bets were off now, and I couldn’t wait to get him naked underneath me.
Doc’s eyes were kiss-drunk, and his face was flushed. I leaned in and took one of his nipples into my mouth, sucking gently at first and then harder.
“Wes, fuck.” His hand in my hair encouraged me, so I continued tonguing and kissing his nipples and collarbone and neck while my hands fumbled open my fly. Once I got it open, I moved down his body, kissing everywhere and running my fingers along his smooth, pale skin.
Doc’s hand stayed in my hair, but his hold gentled until his fingers were caressing my head and cheek. I looked up at him and saw such naked affection in his gaze I almost blurted out how much I loved him and how grateful I was he was sharing himself with me in this way.
His hips arched, pressing his dick into my chest for friction. “Oh god, sorry,” he muttered, putting a hand over his face. “Sorry, Wes.”
I moved back up to kiss him on the lips. “No sorries. None. I love that you’re turned on. I love knowing you can’t help it. Sex between two men is different, Doc. You don’t have to be afraid of upsetting or offending me. Your desire isn’t shameful or too aggressive for me.”
He nodded and breathed out. “My dick is so hard right now I need it out of my pants.” His shy smile was adorable. “I’ve never used the word dick during sex before.”
I grinned at him. “You’ve probably never put your mouth on one either. But it’s a new day, Dr. Wilde.”
He put both hands over his face and laughed. His ears were beet red as I unfastened his fly and pulled his pants off. When I climbed back up the bed, I studied every slender inch of his muscular calves and thighs before peeking up the leg of his boxer shorts and catching sight of dusky pink skin in the shadows.
I dropped a kiss on the blond hair of his inner thigh. God, he smelled amazing. Clean, musky, warm.
As I moved up toward his balls with small openmouthed kisses, he began to squirm and breathe out my name. I nudged up the leg of his boxers with my nose so I could continue kissing a path closer and closer to his sac. When it was clear I couldn’t go any farther without removing the boxers, he was the one who spoke.
“You can take them off,” he said softly. “Please. Please take them off.”
Instead of taking them off right away, I moved off the bed and took off my own pants and boxers. My cock slapped against my lower belly from being so damned hard for him. Doc’s eyes landed on it and didn’t move. I tried not to think of all the men he’d examined over the course of his medical career, all the dicks he’d undoubtedly seen and cataloged subconsciously in his brain.