Page 21 of Taste of Surrender
We hadn’t had sex yet, but I felt I was ready to take that step if that was what he wanted as well. Still, I was slightly nervous. If the rumors were true, Malachi had a decent amount of experience, and I didn’t want him to be disappointed.
Before I could get lost in my thoughts, my phone buzzed with another notification.
AJ: That sucks. Do you want me to wait with you?
Nah. The car is a few minutes away
I hated lying to my friend, but I couldn’t tell him that the guy I was secretly dating had surprised me by showing up tonight.
When the elevator reached the ninth floor, I walked off and followed the signs down the hallway that led to the roomMalachi was waiting in. Lifting my hand, I knocked and waited for Malachi. When the door swung open, his eyes widened in surprise. “Hey. I wasn’t sure if you got my message. You didn’t respond.”
“That’s because I was in too much of a hurry to get up here.”
“I didn’t mean for you to leave the dance early. I just wanted you to know I was here whenever you were done.”
“Trust me, there’s nowhere else I’d rather be.” I placed my hands on the sides of his face and crushed my lips to his. He opened for me, and our tongues tangled together while I slipped my hands under his T-shirt, gliding over every ridge of his well-defined body.
When we broke apart to catch our breaths, he rested his forehead against mine. “You know, I didn’t invite you up here just to attack you the second you stepped inside.”
I quirked an eyebrow and grinned. “Are you sure about that? I don’t know anyone who would get a hotel room only to hang out.”
He chuckled. “True, but I promise there’s no pressure. I really did just want to spend time with you after your dance. You’re in control of whatever happens tonight.”
While I appreciated him taking into consideration what I was comfortable doing, I was more than ready to take the next step.
“I don’t want to wait any longer.”
He groaned and attacked my mouth again. “You look sexy as fuck, but you have too many clothes on.” He pushed my suit jacket down my arms.
While he worked the buttons on my dress shirt, I ripped his T-shirt over his head. We couldn’t keep our hands off each other as we moved toward the bed. I kicked off my shoes, pulling Malachi on top of me as I laid down. His lips burned a path down my neck, across my chest, and to the waistband of my pants.
Looking up at me, he smirked as he worked my fly and stripped me out of my slacks and boxers. Once I lay naked on the bed, a hint of nervousness washed over me as I anticipated his next move.
“Have you done this before?” he asked, massaging my inner thighs.
I shook my head. “You’re my first. What about you?” He gave me a look as though I had asked the most ridiculous question because he knew that I knew he wasn’t a virgin. “I mean with a guy.”
“Ah.” He moved down further between my spread legs. “No. I’ve never had sex with a guy before.”
“Really?” Based on how he took control when we messed around, I’d assumed he had his fair share of experience with men as well as women.
He nodded. “I haven’t done much with guys until you.”
The idea we were sharing our first experience filled me with happiness, and the nerves I had been feeling a moment ago faded away.
Malachi grasped the base of my dick and licked me from root to tip. My hips bucked, desperate for more.
“If you don’t like anything I do, I need you to let me know.”
I nodded.
“I need to hear your words, Jasper.”
My eyes met his. “Okay. I’ll tell you.”
Seemingly happy with my answer, he wrapped his lips around my crown and pumped my shaft with his fist. My fingers twisted in the sheets as I enjoyed the pleasure his hot mouth was giving me. Just as I felt myself on the edge of coming, he pulled off my cock and opened the duffle bag I hadn’t noticed on the bed. Digging around, he removed a condom, which he tossed next to me, then grabbed a bottle of lube, flipped the cap open, and poured a generous amount onto his fingers. He pushed mylegs further apart with his other hand and engulfed my cock once more.
One of his cool, wet digits began tracing my rim, and a low groan escaped my lips.
