Page 42 of John Wilder Gets Schooled
I stepped forward out of the doorway and placed a hand over his where he was still touching my chest, and he jolted and gave a startled laugh, like maybe he hadn’t expected me to touch him back. I gave him a smile that felt a little wobbly around the edges and said, “So what do we do now?”
Avery didn’t say anything, just leaned in and kissed me. He was an incredible kisser, and as I parted my lips for him, any lingering nervousness I might have had disappeared, because the way he was owning me right now, his mouth hot and demanding and perfect, I knew without a doubt I was in good hands. The tension I’d been carrying melted away, and I cupped his face and moaned against his mouth as my dick got on board with what was happening.
Avery ran his hands down my spine, warm and reassuring, and when he cupped my ass and pulled me closer I went willingly, unsure whether I wanted the sketchy knot on my towel to hold or not.
When Avery pulled back, he buried his face in the curve of my neck for a second, and when he lifted his head he was wearing a pleased expression. “Is it weird that I like you smelling like me?”
How would I know if it was weird or not? I’d never had another guy sniff me before. I shrugged. “I guess we could put it down to caveman instincts or something?”
Avery let out a soft laugh, and then he said, “So I don’t know what you want to do, but I’m gonna say we take this to the bedroom and get comfy, yeah?”
And there were those nerves back again. Turned out they hadn’t disappeared at all. They’d just been hiding so they could make a grand entrance, like an unwanted guest at a birthday party. And I said the stupidest thing I could have: “In thedaytime?”
Avery blinked at me. “Uh, yeah?”
“Oh,” I said. “I’ve never… not in the daytime, with someone else.” That sounded lame. “I mean, messing around with someone isn’t really a bedroom thing, you know? It’s like a nighttime, parked car thing.” That sounded even more lame.
“You’ve never messed around in your bed with anyone else?” he asked, his head on an angle. “Seriously?”
My face got hot, but before I could explain my dating history—first, I’d been in high school and living under my parents’ roof, and since then I’d occasionally picked up women here and there, but those had been drunken hookups within stumbling distance of the bar we’d met at—Avery laughed. There wasn’t anything mocking in it. He wasn’t making me the joke. His laugh was as warm and bright as the rest of him.
“Oh my god, Wilder,” he said, his eyes dancing. “Youhaveto try it! Your back will thank you!” His grin faded back into a smile. “But we don’t have to do anything you don’t want to do.”
“I want to,” I said, my heart thumping. “I want to do everything, I guess. Just, I don’t really know how to.”
“Why don’t I take the lead?” he said and that sexy, teasing grin of his was back in full force as he took my hand and led me to the bedroom.
The room itself was nothing special—it was predictably tidy with a chest of drawers, a bedside table, and a chair in the corner with some clothes piled on it—but my attention was drawn to Avery’s bed. Dappled afternoon sunlight filtered through the curtains, leaving patterns scattered across the patchwork quilt. I wondered what the light would look like dancing over Avery’s bare skin and just like that, my nerves were replaced by lust as I imagined him naked.
He pulled me in for another kiss, more urgent this time, and I forgot about everything except his mouth on mine and the bulge in the front of his jeans that pressed against my own erection. I rocked forward instinctively, chasing more contact, and Avery reached up and deftly undid the knot. My towel slid to the floor, leaving me naked.
He stepped back and let his gaze roam over my body before saying, “You should get on the bed.”
And oh, there was that firm, no-bullshit tone, the one he’d used when he was fixing up my hand. Class was in session, and I washerefor it.
I got into bed and propped myself against the headboard, and Avery gave me an approving smile that had my insides melting. “I’m gonna get naked. You okay with that?”
I nodded dumbly, and he peeled his shirt over his head, revealing what seemed like acres of smooth, pale skin that made me want to touch and kiss down the length of his body. Then he unbuttoned his jeans and shoved them down along with his underwear and stepped out of them, and I got to see his dick for the first time.
And I’d seen dicks before, okay? I had one of my own. But I’d never seen someone else’s dick when it was hard, and any lingering doubts I might have had about being into guys were washed away by a crashing wave ofI want that.
I couldn’t stop staring at his dick. It wasn’t super big or anything, but it was rosy-tipped and fully hard—forme—and my voice was tight when I said, “Can I touch it?”
Avery climbed onto the bed next to me and put a hand on my hip, rolled me toward him, and reached out and took my hand. He grabbed a bottle of lube from the bedside table and drizzled it on my palm before guiding it down toward his erection. My heartbeat thundered in my ears, and my skin tingled with anticipation. I was really doing this.
My fingertips grazed over Avery’s dick, and I wrapped my hand around the shaft and gave a clumsy stroke. It wasn’t thatmuch different from touching my own dick, but at the same time it was a million times hotter. I wanted more—and I wanted to do itright.“Show me what you like?” I whispered.
Avery wrapped his hand over mine and guided my movements, setting up a rhythm. Pretty soon he was letting out little gasps and moans that had my own dick aching, and his erection throbbed against my palm, letting me know he was close. Instinctively, I tightened my grip and sped up my movements—what felt good to me probably felt good to him, right?—and it wasn’t long before Avery threw his head back, thrust his hips forward, and let out a strangled, “Fuck!” as he came, hot and messy.
Holy shit. Who knew watching a guy blow his load could be such a turn-on?
Avery collapsed back against the pillows and let out a long, shaky breath, but then he rolled back toward me, glanced down at my straining erection, and grinned. “My turn.”
He reached over and ran his palm over the head of my dick, gathering the precum there and spreading it down the shaft. My nerve endings crackled and sang, his touch sending shock waves through me. I rolled my hips, chasing more, and a sound left me that definitely wasn’t a whine.
His grin widened as he started jerking me off properly, and suddenly my entire world narrowed down to Avery’s hand working my aching dick in short, rapid strokes that had me panting and desperate.
And then he leaned down and licked the head, and my world exploded.
