Page 50 of Love in Mission City: The Shorts

I used to be a Boy Scout, and I believed in being prepared.

The hair dryer’s buzz carried through the closed door, and I had second thoughts.What if the condoms weren’t meant for me?He said he was supposed to meet a friend.I thought he said a female friend.What if he was bi, and she was his girlfriend?What if—

He exited the bathroom with just a towel around his waist.He stopped short when he saw me.Naked.On the bed.Half hard.

His whistle brought reassurance, as did the wolfish grin.He glanced over at Buddy who was down for the count.Then he removed his towel, tossed it back into the bathroom, and stalked over to the bed.

Despite the fireplace, the room hadn’t heated yet, and goosebumps covered my skin.

“You’ll have to let me warm you up.”He eased onto the mattress.

“I like the sound of that.”And I did.But there was one little thing… “How, do you, you know…”

He chuckled.“I’m truly good either way.I don’t want to presume, but I sort of guess you’re a top and—”

I pounced, catching him off-guard, and rolling him so he was under me.“You would be correct on that score.”

Be still my pounding heart.This was going to be fun.

Chapter Seven

Ben

His dark-brown eyes sparkled in the firelight.Part of me wished I could’ve set up candles and soft romantic music, but the rest of me understood now wasn’t the time.Dinner had been foreplay.Now was the time for fun.

He pinned me down and eased over me.His soft skin, covered in goosebumps, rubbed against me.He was soft, his muscles were not.Either his job was more physical than I thought, or he worked out.Me?Not so much these days.I used to swim, and I planned to go back to that.My university friend, Quinn, was a lifeguard at the Mission City Civic pool and she was going to set me up.At this moment, though, I wished I took better care of myself.Not necessarily chiseled abs, but something harder.

Well, one part of me was definitely hard.Isaac’s proximity to me, along with the fact he was a top, had me revving up.I meant it when I said it didn’t matter to me.But here, in this space, it mattered a whole hell of a lot.I was willing to put myself into this man’s hands.Instinctively I knew he’d cherish me.He was just that kind of guy.

He eased himself down my body, making sure our skin was in constant contact.

Ripples of desire rolled through me as I held my breath, waiting for his next move.He didn’t make me wait long, as he knelt between my thighs.

He grasped my length.

I nearly bucked.

His fingers explored as he pulled back my foreskin.

A drop of precum pooled at the tip.

He met my gaze.

I nodded.

He swept up the moisture with his tongue.

I moaned as I absorbed the abrasion of his tongue against my sensitive slit.I swore I saw stars.

As he swirled my head in his mouth, little jolts of electricity shot through me.I’d had guys go down on me before, but it’d never felt this intimate.Like we shared some secret.Here in this room by ourselves.

The storm enclosed us in this little bubble of tranquility.

I heard the trees lashing against the window, but I felt protected.Nothing would ever touch me.Not as long as I had this man by my side.

He sucked me down and all thought of the future fled.My pleasure at the moment moved to the fore as he ran his teeth up and down my length.His hands held my hips in place.The rough pads of his thumbs made little circles against my inner thigh.

Higher and higher I climbed.I didn’t want to come.Truly, I wanted this pleasure to last forever.

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