Page 45 of Full Split
“In all seriousness though, Wyatt. I need you to know something. Despite the fact that I do find you incredibly attractive on all levels and definitely have a permaboner for you?—”
I bark out a laugh. “Permaboner?”
He keeps going. “None of that is the important part of this. I realize that I’ve been around. I’m not slut-shaming myself because that’s all bullshit. But this is different. I’m not chasing you with the intent of hitting and quitting. You’ve always been there for me, Wyatt. And I’ll always be here for you. With you, if you’ll have me. Boner not required.”
“You sure about that?” I grin, trying to play off the emotions that have built up inside me.
“Yes, I’m sure. I love you, Wyatt. You have to know that. Don’t you?”
I’ve always loved Niles. As a close friend of the family, as my son’s most dearest friend, as a really great guy that I’ve always felt lucky to get to know.
Could I love him in this way, too?
He doesn’t give me a chance to say anything, crashing his mouth to mine. We kiss until we’re both breathless and hard again.
He groans and rolls his hips. “If there ever comes a time you don’t want to do this, that this doesn’t come naturally or comfortably, it’s okay. I don’t ever want you to pretend with me. Okay?”
I swallow and nod.
“That being said… we might as well enjoy it when the mood does strike,” he says, and grinds down on me again.
“Well, in that case…” Holding his body close to mine, I flip us so he’s under me again. I kiss him down his neck and up again to bite his earlobe. “Can I touch you? Taste you?”
“Oh, Jesus. Fuck, yes.”
It’s hard not to chuckle at the way he hurries to untie the drawstring at the front of his sleep shorts, fumbling and cursing. I shoo his hands away and settle over him, calmly working on the knot even though I’m sure he can feel my heart threatening to escape its cage.
As I’m slowly loosening the ties, I look up at his impatient but smiling face. I have the weirdest urge to wink, but I’m not that confident, and this is my chance…
“What do you like?”
He looks confused.
“I want you to tell me how you like to be touched.”
God, I hope that’s coming across sexy and dominant and not like I’m an idiot who can’t figure out their partner’s cues.
“First let's get these fucking shorts off,” he says, practically sighing in relief when I untie the knot.
With my fingers on the waistband, I look up at him for another check that this is okay. He seems amused by this, but bites his lip and nods, lifting his hips so I can slide the cotton shorts down. It’s Niles that pushes his underwear down with the shorts, but I comply.
And then he’s fully naked, laid out in front of me like some kind of artist positioned him here, in this exact time and place, to steal my soul. The soft light and glistening sheen of sweat make every inch of his body look unreal.
“You’re perfect,” I whisper.
“What’s perfect about me?”
My eyes rake down his pale skin, every curve of muscle, every scar. From the top of his head to the tips of his toes, then up again to where gravity seems to have settled.
Everything about Niles is beautiful. The line of hair that grows from his navel widens into a nest of soft, dark, well-groomed curls. His cock is hard and glistening, erect and pushing out from the soft folds of his vulva. He’s so wet, there’s a trickle of fluid from his hole down to his ass. I desperately want to lick it up, but I wait, needing to know what he wants.
This is an entirely unknown territory that we’ve never been in before. No one knows Niles’ body better than he does. How he wants to be touched, where he wants to be touched, what words to use… I’ll follow his lead.
“Everything,” I rasp, knowing it’s not the answer he wants nor what he deserves. “You look like something out of a dream. I’m almost afraid to touch you.”
“But you do want to touch me?”
“Are you fucking kidding me? I’m dying to touch you, kiss you, taste you everywhere… But I want to be good for you, and I don’t have a lot of experience.”
