Page 39 of Surrender

"But what if it makes things weird between us? What if I screw it up and you hate me and then I don't have a place to live?"

He reaches out and holds his hand in mine. "I promise you; nothing will ever make me kick you out of this house. It's too big for me anyway, and I want you to treat it like it's yours. If things ever get uncomfortable for you, we'll talk it out. I promise."

His scowl softens and I relax at the honesty of his words.

"Okay." I nod. "But what does that mean? How do we start?"

"It's completely up to you. You can touch me, I can touch you, we can touch ourselves. What part of your sexuality do you want to explore? There's no wrong answer."

Could it really be that easy? I know most girls lose their virginity on prom night, or in the back of their date's car. One girl from high school was rumored to have lost it in a cemetery. Some girls bragged about how good it was, but it was generally accepted that it wasn't great. Their lovers were as young and inexperienced as they were.

Here, I have an older man offering me his body and his years of experience of bringing women pleasure on a silver platter. He would certainly make it good for me. And he's in control of himself enough that I know he won't get carried away and not stop when I say to - something I'm terrified of out in the real world.

But that's just it, isn't it? Here, in this gorgeous mansion, with this gorgeous man, in only the lamp light and I feel like we're the only two people on this Earth.

"Can... can I see you?"

The only dick I've seen was with those two men, and it certainly wasn't up close and personal.

Honestly, I'm fascinated.

He nods before ripping his shirt off with one hand and hooking his thumbs through the waistband of his sweatpants and dragging them down to his ankles before kicking them off. I can't control my eyes as they take a leisurely stroll over his body. He has a broad chest, flat pecs with flat, rosy nipples. He's got a lean runner's build, cut abs and a deep V, leading to... the most beautiful cock I've ever seen. It's thick and lays proudly against his thigh. I'm not sure if he's fully hard or not, but I take my time looking at it. It lies on top of balls that look velvety soft. His cock kicks up once, filling and growing even more.

I look up and see stormy green eyes. He's trying to remain passive, but I can tell he's tense. But he offered me his body, and I'm not going to turn down an opportunity to touch him.

"Can I touch you?"

He gives one, tight nod.

Instead of diving for his cock, I scoot up to my knees, kneeling by his side, and let my hand rest on his pec. It's warm and soft. I trace my fingers over the soft chest hair resting between his pecs. I didn't expect chest hair to be soft, but his is.

I trace my fingers upwards and across his neck. His thick Adam's apple jumps under my touch. I can safely say I've never noticed a man's Adam’s apple before, but Declan's is pronounced, strong, and I like it. My fingers trace from his neck down his bicep, to his flexing forearm. It's then that I notice he's fisting the sheets next to him, hands slightly trembling. I'm terrified I've fucked this up somehow, and my eyes shoot to his. Except... his eyes are closed.

He'd tell me if this wasn't okay, right? He'd stop me or tell me to do something different? Does he not like people touching him? Does he let people touch him? Surely, his pastsexual partners would have, right? Unless he stays clothed. That sounds like something he would do to maintain that control, that aloofness. But when my eyes glance down at his cock, it's thicker, and laying up against his stomach, fluid dripping from his tip.

I can't help the curiosity, so I swipe the liquid with my thumb and bring it to my mouth. It's different. Salty and earthy. I definitely don't hate it.

"Fuck. Christ." Declan grunts, green eyes now locked intensely on my own.

"I'm sorry?" I ask, feeling bad that he's struggling. Did I cross a line? Do something wrong? Fuck, I'm so out of my element here. Part of me is convinced he doesn't even really like me and is pretending to.

But he shakes his head furiously at me.

Feeling a little bolstered, I ask, "Can I touch it?"

He grits his teeth and bares them at me in a grimace. But he nods.

I gently run my fingertips down the underside of his cock, only for it to bounce again. I don't want to hurt him, so I gently wrap my fingers around it. It's softer than I expected. Hot, soft, and hard.

"What does it feel like?"

"Good," he grunts, hips twitching. "Real fucking good."

I nod, confidence growing. "So, what's the first thing I should learn?"

He scoffs, but there's no heat behind it. His chest and hands are vibrating, and I did that. I made the sexiest man alive tremble. He was just voted DC's most eligible bachelor, and the fact that it'smetouching him,mein his bed,mewho is making him tremble, is a mind-fuck.

"If you keep touching me like that, you're going to make me come," he growls through clenched teeth. "Do you want to makeme come?" His words are growled, but there's no menace behind them. I know he's truly, openly asking me.

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