Page 91 of Not That Ridiculous

“Are you a virgin?” I asked, then crossly said, “Good grief, you don’t have to laugh quite so loudly.”

His laugh faded to that ridiculous giggle of his, and he cupped my cheek tenderly.

I turned into it without thinking, and immediately blushed.

“I haven’t been a virgin for a while,” he said.

“No, I know that. I meant have you…have you done…? Uh. Women. Obviously. But…? What about…?”

He waited patiently.

My cheeks began to throb. “Butt stuff,” I said. “Are you a butt virgin?”

“Oh. No, course not.”

He was stroking me restlessly now, pinning me with his considerable weight and running his hands up and down my sides. I didn’t know if he was aware he was doing it. My breathing picked up. “Really?”

“I know I’m not the brightest bulb, Charlie?—”

“That isnottrue, you’re?—”

He ducked down and kissed me quiet again, lips curving against mine. “Okay. I’m not dumping on myself here, but thank you. What I mean is, I don’t have, like, intellectual leanings or whatever. Like Adam. You know, he’s an architect and he’s good with his mental stuff and his calculations and he can design buildings. Skyscrapers and shit.”

“I don’t think Adam’s into skyscrapers. He’s way too environmentally conscious.”

“Yeah. But he can get those designs out of his big giant brain and put them onto paper with all the measurements and the physics and all that. Me, I can’t conjure it up from nothing. What I can do is, I can build shit. I know how things work in real life. I’m good with my hands. I’ve got a good physical sense.”

“Yes, you have,” I said stoutly. “You’re amazing.”

“Aw.” He rocked into me, making me catch my breath. “What I’m trying to say is, I’m fucking good at this. I’ve told you that before. I’m not bragging about it. It’s supposed to bereassuring. I know what I’m doing. I know how to make people feel good. In lots of ways. And yes, up to now that’s been women, but I’ve done my research, and while there are a few key differences—” he slipped a hand between us and held my balls gently, “—I’m good at figuring stuff out. You said you trust me. I want you to trust me with this, too, okay?” He kept his eyes on mine as he pushed his fingers back along the seam of my jeans between my cheeks. “Can you do that?” He stroked. “Do you think you can?”

My breaths sounded overly loud in the quiet of the bedroom. “Mm-hmm,” I said.

“Good,” he told me, and there was something weighted and different about the way he said it. “That’s good, Charlie. Full disclosure, I’ve only done it the once, but I’m not going to hurt you. That’s what you’re worried about, right?”

“No,” I said blankly. “You wouldn’t hurt me. No, I’ve never worried about that.”

Oh, his smile.

I looked away and squirmed with discomfort. “It was more of a heads-up. In case you were expecting me to smoothly introduce you to man-sex, I thought it would be best to let you know that we’re, uh. Walking this unknown path together.”

“Walking this unknown path,” he echoed, getting up on his knees and straddling me. “That’s poetic. Romantic.” Grabbing hold of my henley, he said, “Okay if I get you naked now?”

“Be my guest.”

“Thanks.” He yanked the henley up quickly, bit at my chest when it was over my face and made me yelp, and was there to nip at my mouth once he’d pulled it over my head. He tossed it over the side of the bed. He kissed his way down my neck and chest while I panted open-mouthed at the ceiling and patted his shoulders uselessly as he worked lower to yank at my waistband and free my cock.

He paused for a moment to stare at it with hot eyes. Taking hold of my hips, he flipped me onto my front and hauled my jeans the rest of the way down. I was still pushing myself to my forearms when he gave me a brisk spank on my arse and said, “There it is, my favourite little butt in the world.”

“Did you just spank me?” I demanded, my voice high.

“Little tap,” he said. “That okay? Can I give it a little smack now and then? I’ll keep it playful.”

“Yes.” I gripped the duvet and waited. When nothing happened, I lifted my arse in demand. “Give me an example.”

He swatted my cheek from below, making it bounce.

Hah.

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