Total pages in book: 84
Estimated words: 78634 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 393(@200wpm)___ 315(@250wpm)___ 262(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 78634 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 393(@200wpm)___ 315(@250wpm)___ 262(@300wpm)
I didn’t need time to think about it. I replied: I’ve been tested too, also negative. I’m totally fine with skipping the condoms.
His next text said: Okay then.
Six minutes later, I sent a message to let him know I was on my way. Then I tossed the phone onto my bed and made the ten-second commute to the other side of the house.
Embry’s door was slightly ajar. I knocked, and when he told me to come in, I stepped inside and murmured, “Oh, wow.”
The scene had been set with soft lighting and even softer music. He was on the bed facing me, lying on his stomach with his hands propping up his chin. Embry was mostly naked, except for a form-fitting cropped tank top. I crossed the room and ran my gaze down the length of him, lingering on the curve of his perfect ass.
I meant it when I said, “You’re incredibly sexy.”
That made him smile. “I’m glad you think so.”
I ran my hand over his calf and asked, “Do you shave your legs?”
“Always. I like being smooth, like a seal.”
I chuckled at that and took off my pajama top, tossing it aside before climbing onto the bed. “No pressure,” he said. “We can do as much or as little as you want to this afternoon, but I prepped myself in case you decide you want to fuck me.”
“And by prepped, you mean…”
“I’m all sparkly clean, inside and out. I also worked some lube into myself and fingered my hole a bit to loosen myself up.” I appreciated the matter-of-fact way he told me all of that, without a hint of embarrassment. “By the way, I don’t think we ever talked about it, but I only bottom,” he continued. “If you’d prefer to be penetrated, we still have options—toys, fingers, that big cucumber in the fridge…”
I stretched out on my side next to him, using one hand to prop up my head while I rested my other hand on his lower back. “That’s not something I’ve ever been interested in or curious about,” I admitted.
“Well, if you ever change your mind, we usually have a full produce drawer at your disposal. Think of the possibilities! We could get sexy with squash, or tawdry with turnips, or randy with radishes—” I pressed a kiss to his lips, and he grinned and said, “You did that to shut me up.”
“Correct. You were about to put me off salad for good.”
“Sorry, but not really.” I kissed him again, and he asked, “Was that one to shut me up?”
“No, that one was because you’re adorable.”
He tugged at my waistband and said, “Hey, I have an idea. How about if you get naked?”
I hopped up, shucked off everything I was wearing, and returned to the mattress, once again facing him with my hand propping up my head. “Done.”
He rolled onto his side and got into the same position I was as he said, “Question for you. Have you ever touched another guy’s dick?”
“Nope.”
“Never? Not even at summer camp?”
“Not even then.”
Embry pretended to disapprove, shaking his head as he exclaimed, “You are such a little straight boy!”
“I was. Past tense.”
A teasing smile made his eyes sparkle. “You haven’t even looked at mine yet.”
I glanced at his hard-on before meeting his gaze with a grin. “Yup, that’s a dick alright. Is it okay if I touch you?”
“I’m all yours. Touch, stroke, taste, do whatever seems fun to you.”
I looked down again and ran a fingertip up his length. His cock was pink and smooth and bigger than I would have expected, since Embry was on the petite side. Curiosity compelled me to ask, “When did you touch another guy’s cock for the first time?”
“I was eleven or twelve. Jamal Brewster was around the same age. His parents sold hats shaped like vegetables at the Central Valley Asparagus Festival. We snuck off behind the Porto-potties and played a game of show me yours and I’ll show you mine. But we ended up doing more than showing.”
I looked him in the eye and tried to decide if he was kidding. He must have known what I was thinking, because he said, “That’s all true.”
I wrapped my hand around his shaft and tried stroking him as I murmured, “This is familiar and completely disorienting, all at the same time.” I was obviously no stranger to jerking off, but doing it to someone else was about as smooth as trying to sign my name with my left hand.
“I can imagine.”
“Tell me how you like to be touched. I want to make you feel good.”
“You don’t have to be so delicate with me.” I ran my hand over his tip, so I could use his precome as lube. When I tightened my grip on his shaft, he murmured, “Perfect.”
He let me stroke him for a while before saying, “Let me show you something you might like.” With that, he moved closer, grasped his cock and mine with one hand, and started jerking us off at the same time.