Page 79 of Studious
But I wonder if it would be the same with anyone else.
Danny licks and sucks me like it’s a real treat. He laps me up, gripping his own erection through his jeans. The knowledge that I arouse him arouses me.
“Get naked,” I say. “Please.”
With a curt nod, he backs off of me and stands. Foolish, Alden.
But after a few efficient movements, he’s naked, too. And then I’m holding his fantastic body against mine.
Models are nice and all. But there’s something about the realness of Danny’s body that just does it for me. His tanned skin and brown nipples. The little bits of hair below his belly. The way his thighs are muscular and hairy and his calves are triangles of goodness.
You can tell he works out, but his body doesn’t have the overdone perfection of those diehards who eat only protein and won’t even inhale near fries. Danny enjoys himself and looks good while doing it, and if that isn’t a way to live, I don’t know what is.
“See something you like?”
I blink. He’s caught me staring, and I’m not abashed, because he’s worth staring at. He knows it, but he also has some vulnerabilities I wasn’t aware of before we started getting together.
He’s been hurt before. And I don’t want him to hurt again.
I grin at him. “I do.”
That makes him flush, and his nipples get harder. I get onto the bed on my knees, and I tug him to me and kiss him. Because I’m not going to sit tight while he does things to me. I want to be an active participant.
Even if I’m not totally sure what I’m doing.
(I’m not at all sure what I’m doing.)
His tongue in my mouth makes my dick harder. I’m not sure how that mechanism works, but it does. Boy, does it. And now I’m leaking, and he’s leaking, and he reaches between us to grab our dicks and jack us both at the same time.
I’m not taking for granted having someone else touching my body, and it gets me so excited. When I’m in his hands, I know I’m well cared for.
“God, that feels good,” I groan.
“All right?” He studies me.
“More than. Trust me to tell you if that changes.”
“I can do that.” He grins. Then he kisses me. It starts soft, but it soon turns harder, wetter, more passionate. I reach around him and grab his ass. I like the firm feel of his butt cheeks. The muscle there, but also the small amount of padding that gives me something to hold on to.
He is so fucking sexy.
I can’t believe I get to do this with him. Alden of last year, last job, last clothes would never have dreamed he’d be able to touch a man like Danny. But he’s mine, at least for tonight.
I need to stop thinking about what this means. And honestly, that’s easy when he’s doing these things to my body.
He pushes me over so I’m sprawled on the bed and goes back down to lick my cock.
“You’re good with fucking me?” he asks.
I blink. “I mean. I guess. I don’t know what I’m doing. How do I know what angle and how fast and how to make it good for you?”
“You listen.” He studies me yet again. “Plenty of people don’t have any interest in being fucked, and they figure out how to top just fine. It’s all about communication. But if you feel like that would make you too nervous, I could do it to you instead. Would you like that? Me inside you?”
I nod. “I’m scared that it will hurt, but yeah.”
“It’s a foreign feeling, especially at first. But your body will get used to it. And then you’ll understand what the shouting is all about.” He kisses me. “We’ll go slow.”
“Okay.”
