Page 61 of Totally Played
“That’s what you’re scared of? That you won’t be good at it?”
My face is hot, and I turn my gaze to my shoes, digging into the pavement with one toe.
“Maybe.”
“Have you ever been worried before?”
“You mean with women?”
“Yeah?”
I shrug as I try to think.
“I guess not.”
“Exactly, so don’t worry about it with me. We’ll find what we both like, together.”
He lifts my chin with one hand, the other moving to my waist, pulling me closer. It’s dark, but the streetlights that illuminate the path have us surrounded by a yellow glow.
“Do you want to go back to the restaurant?”
“No!” I blurt, and he chuckles, kisses me softly just once on the forehead, and then we continue on to his place.
Once through his apartment door he leads me to his bedroom; my stomach is a tornado of nerves. It’s like this is my first time, and I guess it sort of is, given it’s the first time doing this with a man. With Ash. He turns on the bedside lamp, illuminating the room with a soft orange glow, and then joins me at the end of the bed.
“What would you like to try first?” he asks, cupping my face and leaning down to brush his lips softly over mine. My cock responds.
“I really have no idea, and I’m starting to think Tony was wrong about watching porn first.”
He pulls back.
“You told your brother about tonight?”
“Not exactly. We talked about me and this, like it being new and me not knowing…” Fuck, I’m not explaining this right. “He said not to watch porn because it’s not real.”
Ash chuckles, the vibration flowing through the silk of his corset and my palms where I hold his tiny waist.
“He would be right, it isn’t real, and just like sex with a woman, you don’t know what you both like or don’t like until you try it, so exploring your desires, your pleasures, it’s part of the fun.”
“Okay, but can you like, teach me how to start? There has to be prep, foreplay, stuff, right?”
“Perfect, let’s start there,” he says, leaning down and sucking my neck.
“Okay, that’s really good,” I moan, and he slides his tongue from the crease of my neck up to my ear, then sucks on my lobe and a shudder rolls through me.
“Oh hell, that’s even better.”
“Good, keep telling me what you like,” he whispers, his breath tickling the sensitive, soft skin of my neck, and his hands move to start unbuttoning my shirt. I keep my hands on his waist, sliding them up and down slowly, feeling the slick sheen of the corset beneath my fingertips.
He drops my shirt to the floor and moves his mouth down my chest until he’s on his knees kissing my stomach while unbuttoning my pants.
“I know you like this,” he says, taking them down and gripping my hard cock in his fist. “And this.”
He swirls his tongue around the crown, tonguing the slit.
“Yeah, that’s so fucking good.”
“Let’s move onto the bed,” he says, stroking me once more before standing.
