All In (Firsts and Forever 2)

“I’m not keeping score.”

“I am.”

“Game’s about to start,” Dante said, tilting his head toward the field.

“I know. I don’t care,” I said, sliding my hand up his thigh.

He scooped up my hand and kissed it, and said, “Yes you do. And no way am I letting you miss a minute of this game.”

I sighed and said, “Fine. But tonight, I want a chance to even the score.” I tucked my feet up onto my seat and put my head on his shoulder, still holding his hand. After a minute I asked, “I’m curious why you did that in there and not out here. This is really private, no one is at the right angle to see in.”

“No one except for the TV cameras with their zoom lenses. Haven’t you ever noticed the shots of celebrities and VIPs inside the skyboxes during televised sporting events?”

“Oh.” I sat up straight for a moment. “That didn’t occur to me.” I mulled it over for a moment, then put my head back on his shoulder. “Wait, you don’t watch football. How did you know about that?”

“I Googled ‘how private is a skybox at an NFL game’ beforehand. You know, just in case we decided to do what we just did.”

I was still chuckling as the second half got under way.

That night when we finally returned to my apartment (following a Niners victory!), I was randy as hell and determined to even the score. I pushed Dante up against the wall of my apartment and kissed him deeply, and when we finally broke apart, he smiled and plucked the big foam finger off my right hand. Before leaving the stadium, he’d loaded me up with souvenirs. Apparently he was under the impression that I’d actually need stuff to remember the best night of my entire life.

He pulled my new Niners sweatshirt off over my head, and my polo shirt came off along with it. And then he was peppering my shoulders and chest with kisses and sexy little nips as his hands moved to my jeans.

Dante somehow got me stripped completely naked in under a minute, and once again, he remained clothed. He maneuvered me to the bed as he continued to kiss and caress and nibble on me, and we fell back with him on top of me as his thigh slid between my legs, parting them. I rolled over on top of him and said, “It’s my turn to pleasure you tonight,” as I pulled both his sweater and t-shirt off over his head. “Oh wow,” I murmured appreciatively at the sight of his big, muscular body, his olive skin golden in the soft light, and then dipped my head down to kiss and lick his neck and shoulders.

He ran his hands down my back and cupped my ass, squeezing it gently. And then he spread me slightly and traced a fingertip between my butt cheeks, grazing the outside of my opening.

That had me up like a shot. Before I even realized what I was doing, I was standing a couple feet away from the bed, fidgeting nervously. Dante propped himself up on his elbows and gave me a little half-smile as he said, “So, I take it you don’t like that.”

“Um…I don’t know. I could like that, I suppose. If it didn’t scare the bajeezus out of me.” God, I sounded like an idiot.

He sat up and said, “I assume that means you’ve never bottomed before.”

“I’ve never topped, either,” I admitted. I knew it made me sound hopelessly naïve to be this inexperienced at my age, but I had to be honest with him.

Dante slid out of bed and took me in his arms, hugging me gently. “So, you and Jamie never….”

“Got farther than oral.”

He was quiet for a few moments, processing this information. And then he asked gently, “How far are you planning to go with me, angel?”

“As far as you’re willing to take me.” I was almost dizzy with panic, but I was absolutely determined to overcome my fear.

“We can take this really slowly, Charlie. I wasn’t planning to have sex with you tonight anyway. I was just going to finger you.”

My body shook when he said that, fear and arousal wrapped up one in the other. It took some effort to find my voice again, and finally I managed, “I’ve…um…I’ve never had anything in me.” Damn, there was that hopelessly naïve thing again.

He paused once more, probably trying to make sense of me. After a moment he asked softly, “Would you let me penetrate you?” All I could manage was a nod. “That scares the hell out of you,” he observed quietly. “But you’d still let me do that to you?” Another nod. I held on to him tightly and kissed his shoulder. My entire body was still trembling. God, he must think I was a complete basket case.