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  This man touching me knew pretty damn well, though, and he circled them with his thumbs, pinching and flicking and stroking, and I shivered as I imagined what it would feel like without that layer between us. I was definitely going to have to find out.

  Skye’s exploration of my nipples gave me the courage to do a little exploration of my own, and I slid my hands down to his ass, fitting them to the curve of it. It felt just as good as it looked, solid and fitting perfectly in my palm. I gave it a little squeeze, kneading gently and feeling the shift of the muscle as he wiggled his hips under my touch.

  His breath was coming even faster, turning into a quiet little moan with every exhalation. The openness of it spurred me on even more. I grabbed him firmly and pulled his hips against mine, grinding us together in a rough, delicious slide.

  God, the pressure of his cock against mine was exquisite. Sure, dry-humping can be fun no matter what, but something about the clear evidence of his arousal—the hard line of his cock gliding against mine, was just incredible. It made it so much more than just pressure and friction, a sort of tease and seduction. An admission that we were both hungry for more.

  Skye finally broke the kiss, his breath puffing hot and fast over my lips, but all he could seem to say was, “God yes.”

  That was even more encouraging, so I rocked my hips in time with my squeezing and pulling, building us into a rhythm that matched our heaving chests. He dropped his head to my neck and started kissing there, his lips and teeth mapping the tender skin, and it made shivers run up my spine, tingling and electric. I was supposed to be pushing his buttons here, but he was pushing all of mine instead.

  Skye’s hands scrabbled at the bottom of my shirt, trying to tug it off, and I surprised myself by cooperating instantly. I’d kind of expected this to just be a quick, businesslike blowjob—unzip, whip it out, wham, bam, thank you…sir. But god, I wanted his hands on my skin. I wanted them all over me. On my nipples, especially, but at this point I wasn’t picky.

  I hesitated for a second before I did the same to him. Did I really want to do this? It was only fair, I supposed, but it seemed a little much. It was more involved than what I’d imagined, but the more I thought about it (and the more his cock ground against mine) the more I realized I really did want to touch him. To feel his skin against mine.

  Our chests pressed together once the shirts were off, and that shouldn’t have felt like anything at all, but it did—just the heat of him, burning against my skin, was enough to light this deep, indescribable desire in me. I wasn’t exactly sure what I wanted, but I wanted it very, very badly.

  He lavished attention on my nipples again, and I stopped caring about the sounds I was making, gasping and moaning and yelping as he tweaked them. And when he bent his head down to close his mouth around one, I nearly came right in my jeans. Oh my god, it was slick and hot and—oh, tongue—right there on my—fuck, it was good. Would he feel this good if I did it to him?

  He didn’t give me a chance, though. When he’d tormented my nipples until I was a gasping, shivering wreck, he pulled away and looked me right in the eye. “Will you let me suck your cock?”

  My knees turned to jelly. I typed the word “cock” on average a dozen times a day, but to hear it said—especially in that rough, wrecked voice, by those lips that had just been on me—was something else entirely. It was a jolt right to my groin, and I throbbed in my pants. My underwear were damp with precum, and I felt another pulse of it leaking from my tip.

  “Let you? I encourage it,” I managed to gasp out. He gave a soft little chuckle, and an instant later he was slipping down to his knees.

  Oh—oh, fuck, that shouldn’t have felt like anything either. But yeah, the sight of him looking up at me with lust-dark eyes, his mouth just inches from my straining cock—that promise of what was about to come filled me with the same stomach-dropping excitement of a roller coaster.

  I swallowed hard, and gave him a little nod, because he seemed to be waiting for some indication that I wasn’t about to freak out on him. Have a sudden attack of gay panic or something.

  Nope, no gay panic here. Gay enthusiasm, maybe. Gay anticipation. Definitely some gay impatience at this point.

  He leaned forward and mouthed at the clothed bulge of my cock, his breath hot and damp through the fabric of my jeans. I could hear him draw in a deep breath, like he was inhaling my scent, and that thought sent a spike of lust through me. Not like I’d ever thought much about how I might smell down there, but the thought of him wanting to find out, enjoying every part of me, experiencing me with every sense…

  Okay, so…maybe it was time to admit I was a little bit bi?

  Whatever—I’d worry about it later. Right now Skye’s mouth was on me—sadly, not on the skin, just on the fabric—and I was whimpering shamelessly and bucking my hips slightly against him, craving more contact. He scraped his teeth down the length of me, making me shiver and sob.

  “Please, just—god—” I stammered, unable to find any other words. You’d think a romance writer would be better at dirty talk, but my brain was otherwise occupied right now—half doing a victory dance, half just rolling its eyes back and going ohhhh yeahhhh.

  Skye took pity on me, and his fingers deftly worked my pants open and shoved them partway down my legs along with my underwear. My cock sprang free, and I hissed as the cool air of the room hit my heated skin. He didn’t give me any time to appreciate it, though. He just opened his mouth and swallowed me down.

  After the long tease, I’d kind of expected him to tease me more, to make me wait, but his lips sealed tight around me and slid right down my length, his tongue flicking against the underside of the head. He bobbed up and down, and my eyes flew wide open as I watched him. Watched my cock disappear into his mouth.

  Oh, hey—there was the panic I’d been expecting.

  My cock was in another guy’s mouth. A guy was sucking my cock.

  And I was fucking loving it.

  God, he knew exactly what to do, exactly how to drive me wild with just a touch here, a brush of his tongue there. After a few strokes that slicked me up with his spit, he took a deep breath and surged forward, his lips sliding right down my entire length until his nose was pressed against my skin and the head of my cock bumped up against the back of his throat.

  “Oh—fuck, that’s good—” I gasped through the terror clutching at my heart. It felt so fucking good, being inside him like this, having him around me, his tongue working around me while he hollowed his cheeks and gave me a little suction. I could tell he knew a thousand ways to drive a man wild, and he was using them all on me.

  My knees shook as he bobbed up and down on my cock, making obscene wet noises the whole time that made me throb just as hard as the sensation of his lips tight around me. I tried to keep my hips still, but they kept jerking when he’d do that thing with his tongue again—I was trying to be considerate, but it was just so good.

  A consummate gentleman, Skye helped me out by grabbing my hips and pinning them to the wall as he took complete control, picking up speed and intensity, his lips going tighter around me.

  Hot, velvet mouth around me—fuck—I wasn’t going to last.

  The panic in me shifted—suddenly I wasn’t terrified about theoretical changes to my sexuality. Instead I was terrified that I was going to explode right in his mouth and simultaneously disappoint him and embarrass myself.

  “I’m going to come,” I gasped. “You have to—fuck—”

  He pulled off with a soft pop and gave me a wicked grin. “Go ahead,” he said, and I nearly shouted as he took my whole cock in his mouth again.

  It was like an explosion in my brain. The thought of just letting go, of him not just tolerating it, but being eager for it—of being able to —god—in his mouth—

  Yeah, there was no way I was going to last after that. All it took was a few more strokes, a flick of his tongue, and I was coming, bright spots flaring in my eyes as the pleasure shot through me, from my core right through my dick.

  I came in long, hot pulses, Skye letting out a pleased hum as I did. I could feel him swallowing around me, milking every last drop from my throbbing cock. My knees went all shivery and weak, and I slid a few inches down the wall, barely catching myself before I landed right on my ass.

  Skye gave me a few more strokes while I shuddered, a little oversensitive but loving every second of it, then slid off and gave me an affectionate little lick. He smiled up at me.

  “Good?” he asked, his voice a little smug.

  “Hngh,” I replied eloquently.

  Skye let out a gentle laugh and slowly pushed himself to his feet. He moved in close to me and wound his arms around my waist, tucking his head into the side of my neck. His breath was warm against my bare skin, strangely soothing, and I let out a small satisfied sigh.

  “That was…wow,” I finally said when I could find my voice again. “I, um…definitely feel like I’ve learned a lot that I can apply to my writing. Excellent tutorial.”

  Skye chuckled and kissed my neck, his wet lips leaving a damp patch that cooled in the air and made me shiver.

  We stayed there like that for a long moment, and it was…it was really nice, actually. The closeness, the warmth of his body, the gradual slowing of my heart. It wasn’t the most comfortable afterglow ever, still leaning against the wall and trying not to let my legs collapse under me, but there was still something warm and satisfying about his arms circling my waist and the weight of his head on my shoulder.

  I could still feel his cock hard against my hip, though, and I realized I hadn’t done anything for him. To be fair, he hadn’t given the impression he was expecting anything like that, but it didn’t seem very courteous, did it? I mean, that was a serious grade-A blowjob, and
an orgasm like that deserved some sort of reciprocation.

  “Do you, uh…want me to do anything for you?” I asked, suddenly feeling bashful again, like I hadn’t just had my dick in his mouth.

  I could feel him tense a little against me, and he hesitated for a few seconds. Finally, he said, “Whatever you want. I definitely wouldn’t say no, but I don’t want you to do anything you’re uncomfortable with. That was mind-blowingly hot just on its own.”

  “I’d like to do something for you,” I said, and realized I meant it. Not just because it was fair, but because I was curious. I had all this lean, hard body here to explore, and I wanted to know what the rest of it felt like. Maybe even what it tasted like.

  I realized that the idea of his cock in my mouth didn’t bother me much at all—in fact, the only thing that really made me nervous about it was the worry that I wouldn’t be very good at it. I had absolutely no practice, after all.

  “Anything you want,” he said. “If you just want to, um…rub me off, or watch while I—uh.” His awkwardness was strangely adorable, and it gave me a little burst of courage—I wasn’t the only one a little out of my depth here.

  “Okay, I’ll…figure it out,” I said, pushing myself up a little straighter. “But not here. I feel like I’m about to collapse after all that.”

  Skye laughed, a bright sound that burst in the air like champagne bubbles. “Come on,” he said, taking me by the hand. I tugged my pants back up and followed him back to his bedroom.

  Once we got there, it was all a little awkward again. We did the staring-at-each-other thing, and I thought about leaning in to kiss him, but then I wondered if I’d be able to taste myself on him, and that thought gave me a little ripple of anxiety, so I held back.

  But if I went through with this, I might be tasting his—

  Yikes, this was getting really gay.

  Oh well.

  We finally got over our mutual embarrassment, and I reached out to unfasten his pants, but my fingers were shaking a little and I couldn’t figure out his belt. He helped me out and I shoved his pants down, maybe a little too rough, because he let out a little laugh and said, “Easy there.” I fought back another blush—my fumbling probably wasn’t selling him on this experience.

  He kicked his pants off and straightened back up, and I couldn’t help but stare.

  Yep, that’s a cock, all right.

  It was thick and flushed and bobbing absurdly between his legs, and I couldn’t tear my eyes away. It was the novelty of it, I figured—I hadn’t seen a whole lot of erect cocks before, and all but one had been in grainy videos I found on the internet. Up close and in person it was a wholly different experience.

  He was well-proportioned—not huge, but a respectable size—and curved slightly upward, and there was a drop of precum pooling at his tip. I kind of liked seeing it there—the evidence of his arousal, of how much he wanted this.

  Skye wanted me. And I was pretty sure I wanted him.

  “Why don’t you get on the bed?” I said, because my legs were seriously about to give out at this point, and he complied, lying back and biting his lower lip nervously, which I couldn’t help but find a little sexy. The skin went pale under his teeth, and his lip came out shiny-wet. Just like the head of his cock.

  I took a deep breath and gathered up my courage, then I shoved my own pants off. It only seemed fair, even if he wasn’t going to be doing anything else to me. I climbed up on the bed next to him and knelt next to him. “I uh, don’t really know what I’m doing,” I admitted.

  He gave me this fond little smile that made me go warm and gooey all the way through. “Do whatever you want. I promise, whatever you do to me right now, it’s going to be good.”

  I puffed out a silent laugh and gathered up my courage again. I could do this.

  I wrapped my hand around his cock.

  Oh, wow. I mean, I knew what a cock felt like—I’d touched my own plenty of times. Sometimes twice in a night. But feeling someone else’s was…just wow.

  The skin was silk-soft, softer than any skin I’d felt, smooth and hot under my hand, but with a steel-hard core underneath. As soon as I touched him, I felt it jerk in my grip, pressing against the palm of my hand, and that sent a little jolt through me. I gave it a slow, experimental stroke, testing out how it felt.

  Skye let out the most delicious, broken moan, his fists balling up in the sheets, and a feeling of heady power filled me. I could do that, just with a touch? I wanted to do more.

  I started stroking him in a halting, uncertain rhythm, trying to find the way his shaft fit into my hand. I stroked my thumb over the head, feeling the way it slid through the slick drops gathering there, and I saw the muscles in his thighs jump under the skin as I did.

  The realization was slowly dawning on me that I…kind of loved this. The strength and power coiled in his body, and the way it all melted away under my touch, even though I was incredibly awkward and had no idea what I was doing. I felt this vague, uncontrollable hunger surge up in me.

  My hand stilled. My face must have looked ridiculous, all scrunched up with concentration, but when Skye looked up at me there was no hint of amusement. He looked breathless and desperate. I wanted to keep going, just see what his face looked like when he came.

  But I didn’t.

  I’m not exactly sure why I said it. Maybe it was the alcohol lowering my inhibitions, or maybe it was just the novelty of doing something unfamiliar. But the words were out of my mouth before I could stop them.

  “You could fuck me, if you want.”

  His jaw dropped, and I would’ve laughed if I hadn’t been flushing as red as a tomato myself. As comical as he looked, I was pretty sure I looked even more absurd.

  “You really don’t have to do that,” he said. “Like, honestly—this is fantastic. I don’t want to push you too far or anything.”

  “No, I want to,” I said, stubbornness rising up in me. Like he’d questioned my bravery or something. I was man enough to take a dick in the ass, damn it.

  Wait a second…

  “Anyway,” I said with my best attempt at a casual shrug, “this is all for research, right? And I don’t just write about blowjobs and handjobs. So I need to…you know…know what it’s all like.”

  He squinted at me suspiciously, and I probably couldn’t hide all of my smile, because he grinned back at me. “Right, just for research. We couldn’t leave you with incomplete data.”

  “Exactly,” I agreed firmly. “I need to be an expert in my field.”

  Skye sat up and put his hand on my thigh, drawing little circles on my skin with his thumb that made me shiver. He looked me in the eye, his face painted with a mixture of concern and excitement.

  “You’re really sure?” he said, his voice unsteady.

  “Absolutely,” I said, and I flopped down onto the bed to prove my point. “Let the education begin.”

  He hesitated for only a second longer before practically diving for his nightstand and producing a bottle of lube. I parted my legs for him, feeling a little weird about it, but I was pretty sure this was basically how it went—it was how most of the sex scenes I wrote went, anyway. He seemed on board with it, because he shifted so he was between my legs and slicked up his fingers with steady purpose.

  My heart was hammering in my throat. The nervousness reminded me of standing on the edge of a diving board, the board shuddering under me as I looked down at the surface of a pool. It was scary and would probably be cold and unpleasant, but it would feel fine once I was in the water.

  Once he was…in.…me. Yikes.

  But as I watched him move, confident and sure, I searched deep down for any sign that I was making a mistake. I was pretty jittery, yes, and really anxious about, you know, having something in my butt. But, well…

  Yeah, I was pretty sure I wanted this. Wanted him.

  And I was definitely about to have him.

  CHAPTER 5

  SKYE

  V incent looked like a tailor-made wet dream, all spread out under me. Hard body, gorgeous face, a slightly anxious expression but trusting eyes. I could hardly believe how much I wanted him.