Page 56 of The Boyfriend Gamble

He cleared his throat. “Don’t think I didn’t notice before. But I wasn’t allowed to look.”

I undid my belt, unbuttoned my pants, drew the zipper down, then yanked everything off.

Except my socks were still on which made me appear weird, but Felix’s gaze made everything worthwhile. “You can always look, okay? I’m yours. No one else’s.”

“I’m adamantly against objectification.” He scratched his stubble.

“And I don’t want you objectifying anyone but me.” I advanced on him.

He held his ground.

I unbuttoned his shirt and pulled it away from his body. Then I repeated all the things I’d done to myself and, as he stepped out of his pants and underwear, his erect cock bobbed.

Matching my own hard-on, of course.

Keeping my gaze on his, I swiped my thumb along his slit.

He hissed, pressing his cock into my fingers.

The temptation to get him off right there was strong, but I wanted him in bed. “Do you need to piss?”

“Nope. Did that earlier.” He looked quite pleased with himself.

As had I. Planning was important with these things. Which meant… “I went to the clinic earlier this week. Dr. McCauley called. I’m clean.”

He blushed. “And I’ve never—”

I crashed my mouth to his. I’d never bedded a virgin before—man or woman. The thought terrified and aroused at the same time. I’d be the one to teach him…everything.

He snagged my shaft and squeezed experimentally.

“Yeah, like that.” I gazed down at him.

And he looked up at me, his pupils blown in the low light of the lamps. “Will you do me? Fuck me, I mean.”

“I’ll make love to you.” He needed to know this was different for me. This wasn’t about getting my rocks off. This was about initiating him into pleasure like he’d never known. This was about ensuring he wanted to do this over and over and over.

He pulled his lower lip through his teeth. “Yeah. That.”

“Great. So we don’t need condoms and… Crap.”

He winked. Actually winked. “Lube’s under the pillow.”

I grabbed the comforter and the top sheet, yanking them down.

A lot of yanking going on. Ah well, more proof of my enthusiasm.

Felix slid onto the bed and positioned himself in the middle. Then he pulled a bottle of lube from under the pillow. He handed it to me. “I don’t…” He swallowed. “I haven’t…”

Yeah, I got it. I was used to guys who knew their prostates or, if that wasn’t their jam, knew how to use their dicks to find mine. I smiled. “I’m going to ask you to relax, even though that’s going to be tough. I’m going to ask you to trust me, even though—”

“That’s an easy one.” He smiled. “Yeah, that’s an easy one.”

“Okay. Pull your legs apart for me, okay? Can you do that?”

He rolled his eyes. “Duh.”

Part of me was about to quip about gay porn, but I decided that would be inappropriate.

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