Page 108 of Faking It Right
“Sorry. Bedroom it is. It’s more comfortable, anyway.”
As I led him to my room, I couldn’t help adding, “Just so you’re aware, I grade on a curve for first-timers.”
“Great, I’m already regretting this.”
“No, you’re not.” I turned to face him, walking backward through the doorway. “You’ve been thinking about my dick for weeks. Admit it.”
“Fine,” he conceded, following me into the room. “But only because it was so in-my-face that day.”
The joke was too easy. “And now it can be in-your-mouth instead.”
He rolled his eyes. “Your dirty talk needs work.”
“Oh, I’ve got plenty more where that came from.” I stood at the foot of my bed. “Want to hear my extensive collection of penis puns? I’ve been saving them for a special occasion.”
“Absolutely not.” Despite his protest, his hands rested on my hips.
The moment deserved seriousness. “You know I’m joking around to help you relax, right? This is a big deal, and I appreciate you want to try this with me.”
“And it’s working, mostly. I’m still nervous, but I want to do this with you.”
I gave him a reassuring smile. “I’m honored.”
His embarrassed expression was so cute. “Don’t make it weird.”
“Too late for that.” I reached for the hem of my shirt. “Should I get naked, or would you prefer to unwrap your present yourself?”
Ryker’s eyes darkened. “I’ll do it.” He hesitated before lifting the fabric.
I raised my arms to help him pull it over my head, watching as his gaze traveled over my bare chest. “See something you like?”
Instead of the eye roll I expected, Ryker nodded. “Yeah, I do.”
The honesty in his voice made my skin prickle. My entire fantasy life starring Ryker had been built on witty comebacks and flirty banter, but his quiet sincerity was a sneak attack I was completely unprepared for. “Relax. There’s no wrong way to do this.”
“There are definitely wrong ways to give a blow job.”
“Okay, fair. No teeth is generally a good rule.” I grinned at him. “But beyond that, it’s all about what feels pleasurable. And I promise to give you feedback.”
“Verbal or non-verbal?” he asked, a hint of his own playfulness emerging.
“Both,” I promised. “Lots of moaning, probably some begging when I’m getting close.” I reached up to brush his hair back from his forehead. “Seriously, though, anything you do will be great.”
“You can’t possibly know that.”
“I know you, and how much we both want this. That’s all that matters.”
I watched with rapt attention as he hooked his fingers into the waistband of my jeans and tugged. Watching him take chargewas sexy as fuck. It wasn’t the hesitant, flustered Ryker I was used to teasing. It was a man on a mission, and that mission was my dick.
My briefs followed, leaving me naked before I reached for his shirt, pulling it over his head and then working on his pants. His hands joined mine, our fingers tangling as we worked together to strip him bare.
When we were both naked, I sat on the edge of the bed, my erection standing at full attention from the anticipation alone. Ryker knelt between my legs, a position that was almost too much for my brain to process.
His eyes widened as he stared at my erection. “Holy fuck. Seeing this from above versus eye level is like the difference between seeing a shark on TV and finding one in your bathtub. Did you get bigger specifically to intimidate me on my first attempt?”
I bit my lower lip to hold in a chuckle. “It responds to your attention. Consider it a compliment.”
He reached out tentatively, wrapping his fingers around my shaft. His touch was gentle, exploratory, and absolutely maddening.
