Page 109 of Faking It Right
“You have more dick than I have mouth. This will never work,” he muttered, shaking his head. Then his expression changed, a determined set to his jaw. “No, I’m going to do this.”
I tried not to sound too eager. “I could lie down on the bed if that would help. It might give you a better angle.”
“That won’t help. A shark is still a shark whether you’re viewing it from a boat, underwater, or at the aquarium. The only difference is how much you’re panicking.”
If my concern hadn’t been warring with my amusement, I would have been rolling. “Are you panicking?”
His Adam’s apple bobbed. His eyes locked onto my hard-on as if it was the final boss in a video game he hadn’t leveled up enough to face. “Yes, but in a good way. Kind of like how people pay to swim with sharks in those metal cages. They’re terrified by the teeth chomping on the bars, but still there voluntarily.”
Laughing probably wasn’t the ideal reaction when someone’s staring down your dick with equal parts fear and determination. “I can’t decide if your shark analogy is the worst compliment or the best insult I’ve ever received.”
He snorted. “I guess I should thank you for having a dick that inspires marine biology metaphors. It’s very helpful for my first dive.” He continued examining my erection with the bewildered fascination of someone who’d ordered a small coffee and received a giraffe instead.
“Why do you look as if you’re contemplating coming at it from the side like you’re eating corn on the cob?” I teased, unable to contain my amusement.
His lips twitched. “Cock on the cob?”
“Corn on the knob?” I countered.
The absurdity of it finally broke us. First a snort from him, then a full-on cackle from me, and suddenly, we were both howling. The tension dissolved in an instant. It was what made sex with Ryker so different. We could laugh together, even in the most intimate moments.
He tilted his head, considering another approach. “I’m guessing sideways like a harmonica isn’t the way to go?”
“Are you stalling? Because I was serious before. We can do something else.”
“I’m strategizing,” he protested, his cheeks flushed. “You made this look so easy in the shower at my parents’ house. And that guy I saw you with didn’t seem to have any trouble.”
The memory of Ryker looking down at me in the shower while I sucked his dick sent a fresh wave of arousal through me. But I stayed focused. “Maybe start with your hand first?” I suggested gently, not wanting to rush him.
“Right. Hand first. I knew that. This is going great already.”
His fingers tightened around my shaft, stroking experimentally. I let my head fall back with a soft groan, encouraging him without words. His grip grew more confident with each stroke, finding a rhythm that had me breathing harder.
“Is this okay?”
“More than okay. You’re doing great.”
He glanced up at me with a sarcastic snort. “Great. We’ve established I know how to hold a dick. I’m clearly a natural talent.”
I chuckled, running my fingers through his hair. “Hey, everyone starts somewhere. Besides, you’ve had plenty of practice with your own.”
“It’s not the same,” he muttered, his eyes focused on my erection with an intensity that made my breath catch.
Before I could respond, he trailed his tongue along the full length of my shaft in one slow, experimental lick. To my surprise, he burst into laughter, sitting back on his heels.
“What?” I asked, both amused and slightly concerned.
“I’m sorry,” he said between laughs. “I feel like I’m licking a meat Popsicle.” He dissolved into another fit of snickers.
I joined him. “A meat Popsicle? Really?That’sthe sexy description you’re going with?”
“Well, what would you call it?” he challenged, still laughing.
“Maybe a love rod or a pleasure pole?” I suggested with an exaggerated wiggle of my eyebrows.
“How is that even worse?” Ryker snorted, his eyes crinkling at the corners.
Once our laughter subsided, he leaned forward again to concentrate on the tip. His tongue circled the head tentatively, testing and exploring. The gentle, curious touch was maddening in the best possible way.
