Page 107 of Faking It Right
He stared down at the dish towel, a telltale flush creeping into his cheeks. “Yeah, I am.”
“Ryker, you don’t have to do that,” I said, reaching out to touch his arm. “Don’t get me wrong, I’m not complaining. But I don’t want you to do anything you’re not comfortable with.”
He looked up at me with quiet determination. “I appreciate that, but I haven’t stopped thinking about it since I saw you with that guy in our living room before spring break.”
A smile tugged at the corner of my mouth. “So youdidenjoy the show.”
“Don’t get cocky.”
“Too late for that warning, snookums.” I moved closer, sliding my hands up his arms to rest on his shoulders. “Are you sure about this? Because in all seriousness, I never expect this from you, right now or ever. I don’t want you doing something only because you think I want it.”
“I’m sure,” he said, his voice steadier now. “Plus, I’ve been doing some research.”
I blinked. “Research?”
“Yeah, when I was hiding in the bathroom alone.”
A laugh bubbled up, escaping before I could stop it. “Please tell me you didn’t watch porn for tips. Those guys have dicks that make even mine look small.”
Ryker scoffed, some of his nervousness giving way to familiar banter. “You’re such a liar. No one’s that big.”
I smirked. “What did you watch? Pizza delivery boy gets extra tip? Plumber lays more than pipe?”
Each suggestion made Ryker’s expression more exasperated, which only encouraged me to continue.
“’Sexy alien probes willing Earth specimen? Lumberjacks compare the size of their wood? Prison guard performs thorough cavity search? Firefighter shows rookie how to handle his hose?”
“Stop,” Ryker muffled into his hands. “It wasn’t anything weird. Just normal stuff.”
“Define normal.”
He shrugged with a charming blush. “Regular guys doing regular things. Nothing weird. And I read some articles, too.”
I couldn’t contain my laughter. “Only you would turn a blow job into a research project.”
“How else was I supposed to understand what I’m doing?”
I gave him a hug. “That’s sweet, in a nerdy, Ryker kind of way.”
“Thanks, I think?”
“It’s definitely a compliment.” My grin was impossible to smother. “But the best way to learn is through practical application. I’m free now, unless you’d prefer to schedule an appointment. I’m also available next Tuesday between?—”
He cut me off with a light shove. “You’re outrageous.”
“And yet, here you are, volunteering to put my dick in your mouth.” I grinned, pulling him closer. “So who’s the outrageous one, really?”
Ryker’s laugh was soft and genuine, the nervousness in his eyes giving way to something warmer. “Touché.”
“We can go as slow as you want and stop anytime. No pressure.”
He nodded, leaning into my touch. “I trust you.”
Those three simple words stole all my smart-ass comebacks. For years, I had been wild about Ryker. But him letting me in was everything I had ever wanted.
I kept my tone light despite my swelling emotions. “Would you prefer the couch or bedroom for your first foray into dick-sucking?”
“You’re really not helping with the nerves,” he complained with a huff that ruffled his bangs.
