Page 39 of Big Rucking Disaster

Don’t ask him if he’s sure. Don’t offer him the out. He’ll speak up if he’s not comfortable.Of this, I had no doubt. He was a bull in a china shop when he wanted to be. And delicate and gentle other times. He was such a contradiction to me that sometimes he left my head spinning.

He lowered his mouth and licked the drop of precum from my tip.

My cock jerked.

He grinned, catching my gaze. “I think you like that.”

“I do. I really do.” I grasped my sheets with my curled fingers.

He nibbled his way from my root to my crown. Then he pulled me into his mouth. He didn’t try to go to fast, as I’d worriedhe might. He swirled his tongue around me, sending pleasure singing through my veins.

I wasn’t going to think about how long it’d been for me. Because that wasn’t what mattered. This beautiful man was sharing something special with me, and this meant more than anything.

He pulled me in farther, deep throating me.

Pleasure again shot through me. For a beginner, he was fucking good at this. Or he was just replicating what other women—

Nope. Not going there. I hadn’t with Nicholas—much—and I wouldn’t now.

He tongued my slit. Something that always sent me careening right over the edge. “I’m coming.”

He sucked harder.

I took that as permission and spurted into his mouth.

He swallowed as I continued to empty inside him.

The moment felt suspended in time. I’d been his first. And I hadn’t been entirely teasing. I’d never been with a guy who’d only been with women. I’d wondered how this might go and, in the end, it’d been better than I could have expected.

My doorbell rang.

Johnnie pulled off. “What the hell?”

“Probably a canvasser for the local politician. Can I do you next?”

The doorbell rang again.

“Shit.” I rolled out of bed. “Coming!” I shouted the word, not even certain the person could hear me. I grabbed my discarded jeans and yanked them on—barely missing my cock as I zipped them up. I snagged a clean henley from my drawer as I bolted from the room. “What the fuck?” I glanced at the fireplace mantel clock.

Seven twenty-eight.

Late for me for a Saturday. Often, I had a tournament or something or just I was up.

The doorbell rang again.

I threw it open without even checking, stopping short. “Hugo?”

“Hey.” He rubbed his hands together. “Can I come in?”

“Sure. Are you okay?”

A blast of cold air followed him in as he stepped into the house. So much for an early spring.

“Yeah.”

I shut the door. “Where’s Axel?”

“In bed. Asleep. With Midnight to keep him company.”

---