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When I get excited about something, I can’t focus on anything else. And I’m very excited about the idea of making out with Beck again.

“I’m very sure,” I agree, trying to sound confident and calm, but I think I’m too eager.

“So what does that mean to you, Cody?” he looks at me expectantly like it’s my turn to talk. “Do you want to kiss for a while, get used to the idea of making out with a man, and then go to sleep?”

That does sound nice, but based on how hard my dick still is, I’m not sure it will be enough.

“Beck, I just wantyou. That's all I can think about right now,” I admit.

“Cody, I’m trying to be a good guy here. Act responsibly. But you’re making it very difficult not to throw myself at you.”

“So throw yourself at me,” I agree enthusiastically. I might not have done anything sexual with a man before, but as I imagine what hooking up with him might look like, each image is hotter than the last. I definitely want to have sex with Beck.

Beck lets out a frustrated groan, pulling at his hair before spinning and plopping back into a seat at the table. He gestures to the seat next to him for me to sit down, so I do.

“Cody, my previous partners have all been men very comfortable having sex with other men well before they met me.”

I look down, suddenly worried that my lack of experience will be a deal breaker.

“Cody, look at me,” he says in a firm tone that has me immediately doing what he asked. He waits for our eyes to meet before continuing. “There’s nothing wrong with being curious or realizing that your attraction isn’t what you’d previously thought,” he tries to reassure me. “I’m simply explaining my own lack of experience with this specific situation.”

He pauses briefly, making sure I’m following his train of thought. “I feel like we need to clearly discuss what you would and would not be comfortable with doing. If you do want to go any farther than the kissing, which I think you have already confirmed you enjoy.”

“Yes, very much,” I enthusiastically agree.

Beck lets out another small laugh before trying to relax his smile. “There are a lot of things that you have never done before. Or at least never done with a guy,” he begins, and I nod because I feel like we’ve already gone over that. “I just want to make sure you won’t freak out if I touch your cock or pull out my own. That you won’t run for the door,” he adds.

Hearing him say ‘cock’ makes my own twitch in response.

He really is the best, going over consent like this. Everyone should probably be more focused on it the way he is.

“My dick has been hard since you backed me into the door,” I admit. “Even during this entire, confusing conversation, it has not lost interest in touching you, or you touching it.”

He’s starting to look a little more hopeful, so I continue. “I can’t promise exactly how I’ll react to every situation because, as we’ve established, it will all be new for me. But I trust you. I know you won’t do anything I don’t want.”

“Of course, I wouldn’t. But, if you want me to stop at any point, you need to be comfortable telling me that,” he says with conviction, determined for me to believe him, which I obviously do.

I get up and walk to where he’s sitting, grab his hand, and pull him up to stand with me. Still holding that hand, I place my other on his jaw, meeting his eyes with a playful smile. “Beck, I’d really like to kiss you now. If that’s all that you think I can handle tonight, then I want to spend the night making out like teenagers,” I say with a smirk.

He looks like he’s trying so hard not to smile as he bites his bottom lip, and ugh, I want to be the one doing that. “But, if you can trust me to know my own limits, then I’d like to do more than just make out,” I add.

His gaze drops to my mouth for only a moment before his lips return to mine.

Finally.

The desperation between us is electric. We’re both frantic, grabbing and trying to pull the other closer, hands roaming, exploring the other’s body with urgency. His hands find my ass and squeeze. My mind is racing with ideas of what he might want to do with it and what I want to do with his.Does he ever bottom? Will he want me to right away?

This could be what he was trying to talk about before we jumped in.

Then he grinds his hard erection against mine, and it feels so good that all other thoughts disappear. I feel like I’ve won the lottery. Some sort of sex lottery where my prize is Beck showing me everything that I’ve been missing out on by not being with men.

I can’t wait.

CHAPTERNINE

Beckett

Kissing Cody is even hotter than I’d hoped it would be. He really is enthusiastic about everything that he does, and making out with me is no exception. My whole body heats as our tongues tangle and we explore each other’s mouths, teeth nipping and hands roaming over hair and hard muscles. He’s pulling me closer as if trying to fuse us together, and I want everything he’s giving me.

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