Page 17 of Strictly Curious
Reaching across the car, I grasped his thigh. His muscles tensed under my touch and I took a shaky breath because I didn’t want him to think this was all that was going to happen between us now. “Ty, nothing has to—“
“Stop. Don’t talk me out of anything.” His voice was laced with panic as he cut me off. He turned wide blue eyes on me. I nodded. Tyler was running the show this time because up to now, I’d been leading everything. I needed him to explore his comfort levels.
“Let’s go inside.” I released his leg and opened the car door, climbing out. I closed my eyes and tried to get my heart rate under control as I heard the passenger door close. This shouldn’t cause me so much stress. This was what I’d wanted for years, but I was also concerned about pushing this. Sure, I wanted him, but did he want me for the same reasons? Could I handle being an experiment and being okay if he decided that none of this was for him?
Walking inside wasn’t a big production. We kicked off our shoes in the entryway and then silently climbed the stairs. Mom and Dad’s room was on the main level so I wasn’t too worried about them hearing us, but this was still so dangerous. Then again, who was to even say things would go very far tonight.
Tyler stopped outside his bedroom door and turned to face me. He was back to fidgeting, playing with the hem of his shirt, and eyes darting up and down the hall. He’d asked me not to talk him out of anything, so I waited to find out what was going through his head.
Letting out a frustrated sigh, Tyler finally spoke up. “I’m not totally sure what I’m ready for. I know I want to explore this. Obviously I want to explore this.”
I held up a hand to stop him, and his rambling halted. With the same hand, I trailed my fingers down his cheek. It heated under my touch and he leaned into it like a kitten.
“We take this at your pace. I’m never going to push you to do something you don’t want. You trust me?”
He was back to gnawing at his lip, but he nodded his head shyly. “Perfect, so what do you want?” I asked, prompting him to tell me which direction to go here.
“I want you to kiss me again.”
I pressed him into the door and he squeaked as I captured his lips in a heated kiss. He opened for me instantly. My tongue dipped inside as I reached for the doorknob to allow us into his room. It was too risky to keep this up in the hallway.
Tumbling into the room, the door snapped closed behind us and we continued to kiss as he walked us toward his bed. We fell onto it, my larger frame covering his. He squirmed beneath me, forcing me to break the kiss.
“God, I need out of these fucking pants,” he whined. It took everything in me not to laugh, but he’d lived in that mess long enough.
Sliding down his body, I pushed up the bottom of his shirt kissing his navel. He squirmed once again at the contact. I unfastened the snap of his jeans and helped lower the material down his legs. I left his briefs in place, sliding back into place and nosing into his groin, smelling the musky scent of his arousal.
“Is this what you want, Ty? Do you want what I promised you back at the party?”
He whimpered. “God, Garrett. As appealing as that sounds. I really want to touch you.” Though I knew it was coming, his boldness left me breathless and my cock throbbing.
I sat across his thighs and smirked as wide eyes blinked at me. “You want to touch me? How do you want to touch me?” As I spoke, I unsnapped my shorts. Raising up on my knees, I pushed my shorts and boxers down. My dick had been ready to go since we’d gotten into the house, and it throbbed now under his gaze. It was probably a dangerous move to taunt him, but I needed to see how far he wanted to take this.
“Do you want to use your hands?” I grasped my cock and slowly stroked myself. The pace was leisurely in order to tease him. “Or maybe you want to get your mouth on me?” I released myself, spitting into my palm, continuing to stroke myself.
Tyler’s eyes rolled back, and he collapsed against the bed. He was panting and mumbling unintelligible words. His erection strained at his briefs, and I was about to take this a step further.
“Or, there’s always my favorite.”
Tyler’s head snapped up, fiery gaze meeting mine. “Favorite?”
“Yeah, care for me to show you?”
His cheeks were pink, but he nodded, curiosity always winning out with this one. I grabbed the band of his briefs and pulled them down his legs. He raised his hips to aid in the motion and his cock bobbed up away from his body. The pink shiny head was oozing pre-cum.
I raised up enough to remove my shorts and boxers so that they wouldn’t be in the way, and resumed my position over him. Tyler’s eyes were wide as I moved our groins closer together, and it occured to him what I was about to do.
“This—this right here is my favorite.” I slotted my cock alongside his, wrapping my hand around both of our lengths.
“Oh, shit.” Tyler cursed, dropping back again. He bucked up into my grasp and the feel of his hot, hard flesh sliding against my own was enough to make my toes curl.
“You like this?” I moved my hips, fucking into my fist, letting him feel the pressure and my dick alongside his. This was really happening. My cock was rubbing against Tyler’s and I was addicted to the feel of it instantly.
“Yes. So much yes.” He reached up and his hand joined mine wrapped around us. We found an easy rhythm, jacking each other at the same time. His hips snapped up every few strokes. “Why does this feel so good?”
Releasing my hold, I spit into my hand again, bringing it to wrap around us. It wasn’t much, but it aided the slide. It would have to do since I wasn’t totally sure what Tyler had on hand. He’d pulled out that tiny bottle of lube a few days ago, but there was no guarantee that was still hanging around. Between the spit and the amount of pre-cum I produced, it seemed to do the trick.
Tyler’s hand fought for purchase around our lengths like he wanted to take charge. I relinquished control to him and his head popped up as he feverishly worked his hand over us. His eyes were hyper-focused on the way the heads of our cocks rubbed together on each upward stroke.
