Page 56 of Unruly
“Do you want me to take the lead?” Borja asks, a sexy smirk on his full lips.
“If anything is to happen, you’ll have to.”
“That’s alright by me.” He steps closer, taking my hand and draping my arm over his shoulder. “You have a very sexy mouth, Farns. Gorgeous. I’ve wondered what you taste like.”
I open my mouth to say something, anything, but I’m too stunned. Fortunately, I don’t have to suffer for long, as Borja closes the distance between us, presses his chest to mine, and places a sweet, delicate kiss on my lips.
I close my eyes, soaking in the feeling, afraid it will end too quickly, but I needn’t fear. Borja kisses me again, deeper this time as he wraps his arms around me and pulls me down ontothe couch. His tongue teases the crease of my closed mouth until I bravely part my lips and let him explore.
His tongue is warm, and he tastes sweet in spite of the beer and food we had earlier. His scent wafts around me, filling my nose and sending waves of heat straight to my cock.
“Ooh.”
“Are you okay?” Borja asks. “Need me to slow down?”
“No, I’m fine.”
He props himself up on his elbow, lying next to me on his side. “How far do you wanna go?”
“I, um…” This is probably a good time to explain my lack of experience, but what if that makes him stop? I’d be humiliated.
“I know,” Borja says in a soft whisper. “Why don’t we just do what feels good? Does that work?”
Nodding, I touch his cheek. “Kiss me again.”
“I’d love to.”
Borja rolls on top of me, his weight pressing me into the threadbare cushions of his sofa, but I don’t care. I love how it feels. He grinds his hips into mine, and I become aware of the telltale hardness between his legs. How many times have I wished or fantasized about being with a man just like this? Openly, without hiding, without shame.
Borja reaches between us and tugs my shirt from my slacks before sliding his hand over my bare skin. My breath hitches and I find myself pressing into his touch even more. His lips move from my mouth to my neck, gently sucking and nibbling, and I, bravely, twist my fingers into his hair.
“Oh gods,” I whisper.
Borja licks my neck then gently bites my earlobe. “Your skin is amazing. It’s like silk.”
“Thank you.”
“Can I undress you?”
I nod, lying back slightly. Borja works on my shirt buttons, revealing my skin underneath before shifting his attention to my trousers.
“You too. Can I take your shirt off?”
Smiling, Borja nods. I sit up a bit and tug his shirt over his head, then I simply stare at his bare chest for a moment. He’s got lots of thick, dark hair covering his flesh, and his hard nipples are a deep brown. He flicks the button of his jeans open, grinning as he wiggles to get out of them. Now he’s only wearing black underwear that partially cover his thighs; similar to what I wear but a tighter fit.
Borja holds my gaze as he unzips my pants, silently checking in with me. I nod to make sure he knows I’m still okay with this. When he tugs my pants down to my knees, I gasp. Part of me wants to cover myself as best I can, but I fight the urge. Borja is tan and fit, his muscles lean and tight. I’m pale and soft.
“Fucking beautiful,” he whispers, confusing me.
“Me?”
“Yep.” He cups my chin. “You’re gorgeous.”
I’m too stunned to speak, but again, I don’t have to worry. Borja takes over, lying on top of me again and kissing me hard and deep. Digging my fingers into his shoulders, I rock up and down to get more of the feeling of his cock rubbing against mine.
“Gonna take these off,” he murmurs, kissing my neck as he tugs my underwear down.
Though I’m nervous, I don’t fight him, but I do reach up and return the favor. He helps me get his underwear down and kicks them off, then he hovers above me with his weight on his arms.
