Page 73 of The New Guy
“Why would you want totalkwhen we could be sucking each other’s dicks?”
“We’re already good at that.” He straddles my thighs instead, and then kisses me. “But there are other things about you that I need to know.”
“Okay? Like what?”
He drops his mouth to my neck and runs his teeth lightly over my throat. “You like this, yes?”
I growl instead of answering. Whenever he kisses my neck I just want to push him down and have my way with him.
“Okay, thought so. Now how about this?” He licks his way down my chest. Then he lightly bites my nipple and I gasp in surprise.
Then, my dick leaks against my stomach.
“Mmm, yeah,” he says, licking my nipple while I grip his hair in my hands and pin his tongue in place. “So you’re not so toppy that you can’t appreciate me playing with you.”
“Nnnghhh,” is all I have to say about that.
He lifts his head suddenly. “Would you ever let me blindfold you? Or is that a bridge too far?”
In response, I let out an achy gasp, then grab my cock and squeeze the base of it.
There’s humor in his voice when he asks, “So that’s a yes?”
“Maybe,” I grunt. “Some other night, when I’m not about to push you down and hold you there until we both explode.”
His eyes darken at the idea. “Fair enough. So you definitely want to fuck me.”
“Definitely,” I echo. “No confusion there.”
He reaches for his own dick and strokes it. “There’s an idea I could get behind. Or under.” He licks his lips.
“But I don’t know what I’m doing,” I warn. “And I don’t want to hurt you.”
“You won’t,” he says confidently. And he reaches for the lube. “Might take some prep, though. It’s been years for me.”
“Hell,” I whisper. “Since he…”died?Maybe I’m asking too much.
“No, longer,” he says, opening the bottle. “I was the top in my marriage.”
“Oh.” Suddenly my head is full of Gavin fucking another man. Forcefully. And I like that image a hell of a lot more than I ever imagined I would.
Huh.
“Have you ever prepped your own ass?” he asks, leaning over to kiss my neck again. “Or anyone else’s?”
“N-no,” I admit as his stubble gives me goose bumps.
“Hmm,” he says, kissing my jaw. “Can I demonstrate—on you?”
“Okay, sure,” I say immediately. I already trust Gavin’s confident hands on every other part of my body. This is really no different.
He sits up, his eyes flashing in the candlelight. “Just tell me if I do anything you don’t like, okay?”
“Yeah, no problem.” I recline, hitching my hips down the bed, resting my head on the pillow. One at a time he bends my knees, placing the sole of each foot onto the mattress. And I purposefully spread my legs, making room for him to kneel between them.
For a split second, I’m wildly uncomfortable. It’s not easy for me to do this—to offer myself to anyone. To be asseenas this.
But Gavin gathers my left knee in one strong arm and kisses it. He makes a sound of happiness from deep inside his chest. Then he drags his lips up my thigh, and I melt back onto the mattress as his hot mouth makes me crazy.
