“Okay,” I confirmed.
He led me to my bedroom. I didn’t know why, but I assumed we would do whatever we were doing on the couch.
When we got to our destination, he let go of my hand and took his shoes off. “Sit down,” he said, and I did.
I was surprised when he knelt and removed mine too before sitting beside me. “Have you done more than kiss a guy?”
“I jerked off this guy once. It was one of the few times I got on a hookup app. We met at a hotel. He was a little skittish. After he finished, he bailed. He didn’t return the favor. It wasn’t a big deal.”
“Bastard,” Will said. “Nothing else?”
“There was one other guy who took me on a couple of dates. He was using me to try to get a job with my dad. He never kissed me or anything.” I couldn’t believe I’d admitted that to him. It made me feel like a loser.
“He’s even more of a bastard. I won’t do any of that shit, okay? We’re here to have fun with each other, mutually, for however long we want to keep this fling going.”
I nodded.
“So…what I’d like to do is to take you out of all these clothes, then let you do the same to me. We’ll kiss, maybe some frottage if you’re game, and I’ll definitely not be like the hotel guy. I won’t come until you do.”
I saw spots in my eyes, and I damn near fainted. Yeah, this was for sure my favorite place in the world to be.
“Does that sound good?” Will asked.
“Yeah.” I wasn’t sure good was a strong enough word for how it sounded. I watched as Will removed my vest. The nerves were fierce as fuck, and when he went to take off my shirt, my hand shot out and grabbed his wrist. “Wait.”
“Not ready?”
“No, no. I’m ready. I’m so hard, I’m surprised I haven’t busted out of these shorts.” I felt my eyes widen at what I’d admitted. My lips were even more loose around Will, but not in a bad way, I realized. I trusted him and felt safe with him. “I want to do you first. Oh shit, not do you, not that I wouldn’t want to do you, because I would. What I meant was, take your clothes off first.” And maybe stick his shirt in my mouth so I shut up.
“We can do that.” He took off his baseball cap and tossed it to the nightstand. Will was so damn secure, I wasn’t sure anything ever rattled him.
My hands trembled slightly as I went for the bottom of his shirt. I let my fingers brush across the smooth, taut skin of his stomach, felt each ridge of muscle as I slid the fabric up. His skin was golden, like he’d been kissed by the sun. Will raised his arms, and I tugged the tee over his head and laid it on the bed. His chest was smooth, and I found myself touching it, letting my hands journey over his skin…his pecs, his abs…just exploring. When my thumbs brushed over his nipples, they pebbled, and Will sucked in a breath. Oh, he liked that. I’d have to remember it.
“My dick is in the same state as yours. Take it out, Jay.”
I liked that, liked that he had a different nickname for me instead of Mumbles.
My eyes followed the trail my hand made down his body until I was fumbling with the button of his pants. My thoughts were spinning, and my chest felt slightly too tight. I hoped I didn’t die of a heart attack or something, because that would suck, but I wasn’t worried enough about that possibility to stop. I wanted to see him, touch him, have Will make me come.
His bulge was clear, making my chest swell with pride that he seemed to want me as much as I did him. I tugged his zipper down, went for his pants, then paused, because how in the fuck did this happen? How had we gotten here? But like I’d said earlier, this was where I wanted to be, so I kept going, tugged his jeans and underwear down, and…holy shit, that was a pretty cock. A drip of precome sat at the tip of his hard, veiny length as it jutted out from groomed, dark-blond pubes. His balls were full and tight, like he was as close to coming as I felt.
“Oh fuck. You’re killing me. I swear I never knew it was so sexy to see someone bite their lip.”
I was biting my lip? As hard as it was, I forced my eyes up from his groin, to his face, before doing it again.
“I see how you are. You’re going to use that lip bite against me now. I don’t think someone is as shy as they think.”