Page 38 of Big Rucking Disaster

He scrunched his nose. “Like, versatile? Like you don’t mind?”

“Yep. I don’t mind. I’ve done it both ways and enjoyed myself. My husband preferred I top—which was fine. But sometimes I like to have a man inside me and stimulating my prostate.” Which hadn’t happened in about a dozen years—Nicholas really preferred bottoming, and that was fine with me.

“Oh…I thought guys, like, always had a preference.”

“You know that some straight guys enjoy being pegged by their female partners, right? Because prostate play is a thing.”

Another frown.

On impulse, I pressed my lips to his for a quick kiss. “You’re adorable and—”

He pressed his lips to mine. Then used my surprise to thrust his tongue into my mouth.

I broke the kiss only long enough to turn to face him.

He grasped my neck and dragged me closer.

I came willingly.

Despite the possibility of morning breath—although at least we’d both brushed our teeth before bed—I didn’t care. He wanted me. He really wanted me. I wasn’t a replacement for Carly—which would’ve been ick. No, as he pressed his hard cock against my hip, a shiver ran up and down my spine.

Yeah, he was all in for this.

So was I. I pulled back. “Can I touch you?”

“Oh God, yes.” He yanked his sleep pants right off.

I replicated his actions, frustrated at how long it took. When I was free of my pants, I took a moment to yank my shirt over my head. Today called for serious skin-to-skin action.

He did the same.

We came together.

To my surprise, he grasped my cock. “You’re going to have to help me.” He said the words through gritted teeth. “This is new for me.”

“Me too.” I offered a wicked grin. “I’ve never been with a bi guy before. Or one who is a virgin…in certain aspects.”

“You’re going to be the death of me.”

“I hope not.” I grasped his hand and guided him to touch me. “But I prefer lube if you’re going to jack me off.”

“Or I could give you a blow job.”

My cock jerked at the suggestion. “You don’t—”

“I want. I’ve wanted to for…well I want to say weeks, but we both know that isn’t true.” His gaze held mine. “Since last night. When I shared all my crap, and you just…were socompassionate. And I thoughthere’s an amazing person, and I’m attracted to him, but he’s a guy, so I won’t do anything.Plus, I wasn’t certain you wanted more from me.”

“I do. Trust me.” I could admit I’d admired him from the moment he’d arrived at the school. And how, in time, I’d seen through his arrogance. To the wounded soul beneath. But now wasn’t the time for confessions like that. “You’re sure about the blow job?”

He was already scooting down. He pushed the covers back, and a rush of cold air hit us.

I preferred to keep the temperature chilly at night when I’d burrow under the duvet and sleep lovely dreams.

He confessed to preferring super warm, but had agreed to try it my way.

Now the cold air hit my nipples and my cock, and I gasped.

“Oh geez.” He grinned. “I guess I’ll just have to warm you up.” He positioned himself between my spread thighs, then he took my cock in his hand, holding it firmly at the base. He tilted his head and furrowed his brow as if trying to solve some complex problem.

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