Page 49 of Roleplay at Randy's
“Little sneak,” I groan as he flicks the tip of his tongue at the seam of my lips—as if he even needs to go through the motions of permission.
Thatwashim on my site.
Thinking about him reading through the secret things I’ve thought—the ways I’ve imagined him turning me inside out—turns me on even more.
He breaks our connection and holds me by the back of the neck to keep me still, but jokes on him that I can barely fucking breathe and need to catch my breath anyway.
“Remember when you said you wished I could feel how hot you are for me?” Even his hot breath across my already warm cheeks makes me horny. “I could touch you.” He lowers his voice, sets his hands on my hips and pulls me closer, until my pelvis is flush against his hips. “Or I could taste you.”
Even my fucking ears are red. Elias’ hands. His mouth. Any and every part of him is welcome on my body.
A moan breaks free from my lips, and it takes every ounce of self control I have to drop my hands to his chest and push him back. Not far; a couple of inches, but it’s enough for him to pinch his brows and bite down on his lip in barely contained concern.
“I would love nothing more than for you to get on your knees and suck me off,” I say, trying not to get distracted by the heat in his gaze that follows. “But you said you’d never evenkisseda guy before, let alone been sexual with one. Don’t you think we should slow down a little?”
Lee blows out a breath and relaxes some of the sexual tension flowing through his body. His hands settle gently on my waist, and I drop my legs from where they’re still around his.
“Matty.” There he goes with that deep rumble of my name again. “Just because I’ve never been with a man doesn’t mean I have to act like a virgin again. I’m into sex with you just as much, if not more than, anyone else I’ve been with.”
Despite all the spit we’ve swapped, my mouth feels painfully dry. I wet my lips a couple of times, and when he strokes my bottom lip with his thumb, I realize I’m trembling.
“You’ve also never been with a trans man,” I whisper, eyes aimed anywhere but where I can see the look in his. “That’s a whole other can of worms.”
Lee’s lips touch the top of my head, and then he tilts me back with the hand on my chin. His eyes hold a note of seriousness and earnestness that makes my heart race worse than it already is.
“Teach me your body.” His mouth hovers over mine, fingers digging into my cheeks and thigh, thumb threatening to sink beneath the towel I’m still wearing. “I don’t care about other men, about their bodies or their pleasure. What I care about is you. Yours. I have spent weeks thinking about what turns you on.”
He laughs, and it tickles my cheeks. “It's kind of ridiculous, honestly. How much I want to make you happy. Make you feelgood.”
His lips close over mine in the most gentle kiss, soft and inviting as his hand slides back to tangle in my hair. My head falls back at the slightest tug, and my lips part for him in anticipation.
“So if you want me to suck your cock, Matty? Lose the goddamn towel and let me get my mouth on you.”
It's a pure, primal need that has me fumbling with the knot in my towel, picking blindly as Lee’s eyes bore headily into mine until the knot finally comes loose. I want my hands on him again, but the nerves are also ricocheting through my system like cannon fire.
This is the uncomfortable part. I need him to see me—to really fucking see me—and be okay with it. More than that. Hell, I need him to be enthusiastically on board with my body.
He places a chaste kiss on my lips, following as I bear my weight back on my hands. My thighs spread tentatively, towel completely falling away, and Lee’s eyes trail from my face, down my chest, stopping at my exposed dick.
Six years on testosterone has given me a solid inch ofbottom growth. When I’m as hard as I am now, I can maybe chalk it up to an inch and a half.
I squeeze my eyes shut, the build up of what it might feel like for Elias to touch me is too strong against the electric current of anxiety zipping beneath my skin.
Please don’t freak out. Please don’t freak out. Please do?—
“Ohfuck.” The whispered curse falls heavy between us, and then his hands—Elias’ hands—lay flat on the tops of my thighs.
I can’t fucking breathe.
One tiny gasp, a choked sound, is all I manage before warm softness pillows my mouth in the single most frenzied yet unhurried kiss known to man. His fingers move inward as his tongue prods around my mouth like an explorer.
“You’re so fucking sexy,” he groans into the kiss, and I let the wall take the brunt of my weight so I can sling my arm around his neck.
I need him closer, dammit. So much fucking closer.
“Yeah?” My voice is thick with awe and disbelief, and Elias is quick to silence the worry.
“Fuck yeah.” He presses his grin to the side of my neck, licking and biting at the skin. “I want to touch you.” His tongue flicks into the dip of my collarbone, evoking a flurry of goosebumps. “Want to taste you.” Thick, curious fingers brush through my pubic hair, and I cling to him with a harrowing desperation.
