Page 70 of Maybe You

Sutton’s lips twitch.

“Yeah. I was here.”

“No.” I sit up again and grin at him, wide and uninhibited. “You don’t understand. You made me come! And I was hard. And I made you come. And it was you. And it was glorious!”

I’m not even sure what I’m trying to say at this point. It’s more incoherent babbling than words, but I don’t even care because I made him come, and he made me come.

“Can we have sex now?” I blurt.

Sutton snorts. “We just had sex.”

“No, I know, but it’s like we passed the first level, so we should tackle the next one right now because we’re doing so well. We’re on a roll! So… blow jobs?”

“Oh fuck.” He groans, and I can feel his cock hardening between us. “Ignore it,” Sutton says in a stern voice.

“But why?” I ask. “I don’t want to ignore it.” I lower my voice into a theatrical whisper. “It might get offended, and I don’t want that. We got along so well. He likes me.”

He rolls himself off me and onto his back, and then he spends a good thirty seconds silently staring at the ceiling while muttering something under his breath.

Finally, he meets my gaze again.

“We’re going to take it slow,” he says.

“Slow,” I repeat in a scandalized voice. “But?—”

He slams his palm over my mouth.

“Slow,” he says pointedly, then snorts at whatever it is he sees on my face. “Just out of curiosity, are we having a competition with somebody to see who can tick off the items on a list faster?”

“Depends. How competitive are you? Because if very, then yes, it’s a contest. And we’re losing. By a huge margin. Dead last right now.”

He hums in reply and then shrugs. “Ah, well.”

I sigh and my shoulders slump. “Not competitive then, huh?”

“God, no. Not even a little bit.” He yawns and stretches, his long golden body on full display. I take the chance to ogle unashamedly.

“Why not?”

“Being competitive seems like a shitload of effort, and I’m way too lazy for that.”

“Slacker,” I say with a grin.

He just looks at me. He does that a lot.

“We’re not in a rush,” he says. “Rushing, as a concept, is pointless. I’d rather take my time with you. You know, if a job is worth doing, it’s worth doing well.”

I bite back a smile. “What an admirable principle.”

“One of the rare moments I have any.”

My smile widens.

“It’s like seeing a unicorn,” I say solemnly.

He laughs, all relaxed and beautiful and naked, and I can’t believe he just made me come, and being naked with him isn’t weird or uncomfortable. I think it’s safe to say I’m still riding the high of my orgasm. That another person gave me. After I made him come.

“That satisfied smile you’ve got going on suits you,” Sutton informs me.

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