Page 12 of The Boyfriend Gamble

The blissed-out look on his face assured me I’d done okay.

He wanted to reciprocate, but I wanted this moment to be about him.

We had all the time in the world. So we napped and talked and ordered pizza for dinner.

The thread of nervousness through him was taut, but I wouldn’t let him relax. A touch here, an innuendo there…all building to the inevitable climax. In other words, I edged and teased the shit out of him.

Sadistic bastard.

Yeah, but I was edging myself at the same time, as I’d yet to come.

After dinner, I led him to my bedroom. Well, what we’d agreed would beourbedroom. Somewhere between the second and third slices of pizza, I’d convinced him that he justhadto move in.

I eased Tanner out of the bathrobe I’d loaned him. Then I slid out of the pajama pants I’d put on for propriety’s sake when the pizza guy delivered. He’d seen me in all states of disrepair over the years.

Naked, I coaxed Tanner into bed.

This time, I lay in the center. I handed him a condom. “Do you—”

He smacked my chest. “I do know some things.”

“Great.” I snagged the lube. “I suggest you watch because it really turns me on when guys do this to me.” I coated two fingers, opened my legs, and began to work my fingers inside.

Tanner rocked back on his heels while kneeling, clearly entranced. “And I can…”

“You bet.”

“Cool.” A little smile crept across his face. “And I’ll be able to find your prostate?”

Even as he said the words, I tapped mine. My cock perked. “Oh, yeah, you can do this.”

He licked his lips at the sight of a drop of precum.

I grinned. “Condom. We need to have you home before midnight.” Even though tomorrow was Saturday, we’d agreed we’d sit Nita down together before he spent the night. I’d thought she might go to Rohit’s tonight, but Nita’d texted that he was at the house. I tried to convince Tanner that was a good reason for a sleepover, but I couldn’t quite get him to agree. Oh well, by next weekend, he’d be living here permanently.

Dextrously, he slid the condom on, even if his hands shook a bit.

“Add a bit of lube.”

He slathered it on his cock. Then he put the bottle on the nightstand. Finally, he returned to his spot between my legs.

I reached out to guide him.

His hesitancy was clear, but I couldn’t miss the eagerness in his eyes as our gazes met. “Just go slow. I’ll tell you to slow down, if I need to.”

“Right.” And, as promised, he slowly pressed into me.

I took in every nuance of emotion crossing his face. Wonder. Joy. Curiosity. Caring.

In return, I gently urged him to push in farther. “I can take it, sweetheart.”

At my words, he pushed all the way in. When he bottomed out, I pressed my lips to his. “Now, fuck me.”

He did. Not as rough as I liked it, but he did a damn good job. His diligence paid off and, as I neared my orgasm, I grasped my cock in my hand and jerked myself to the rhythm he set.

I erupted, spurting cum over my hand, with some of it landing on his chest.

In return, he thrust three more times before stilling. His eyes drifted shut as he held himself rigid above me.

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