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“Is that another of yours?” he asked breathlessly.

I nodded. “Nothing crazy, just like handcuffs or whatever.”

“I’ve never tried them, but I’ve wanted to.”

“What about things you don’t like? I’m not a fan of having my hair pulled, but I like when someone plays with it.”

“Same. As long as the touch is gentle. I don’t enjoy pain.”

“Good, because that’s not my thing either.”

“I don’t really have any others that I can think of. It’s weird, but I just like it when guys are nice to me in bed.”

“Nice?” I waited for him to elaborate.

“Yeah. I don’t like feeling used. Like I was just a body for them to get off with. That’s why I haven’t done this kind of thing before. It takes me a while to relax when I’m with someone new, and it’s even harder when it feels like they don’t care about me.”

I nodded slowly. I knew exactly what he meant.

“What are some more of yours?” he asked.

“I don’t like feeling like I’m the only one participating or enjoying it. Nothing turns me off more than when someone isn’t into it and is just going through the motions. I don’t get mad or anything, but I can’t keep going if I’m the only one who’s present.”

He nodded, his eyes dropping to my bulge again.

I glanced down at his crotch to find a matching one.

“I’m having a really hard time thinking right now,” he laughed breathlessly.

“Same. So, is it time for some benefits?”

He nodded eagerly and leaned forward.

I met him halfway, a thrill going through me at the knowledge that he’d initiated things.

His kiss was soft and sweet and exactly what I needed after that conversation. Talking about this stuff wasn’t easy for me either, but not talking about it wasn’t an option, not with Hayden.

Focusing on the man in front of me, I gripped his waist and moved closer. He sighed against my lips.

Taking a chance, I tugged him forward, using my strength to settle him on my lap so he straddled my hips.

He wrapped his arms around my shoulders, his kisses forceful and hungry.

I sank into the moment and held him close. Nothing about kissing him reminded me of being with a woman. His hard body and even harder cock, the deep sighs and moans that escaped his lips, and even the way rough way he held me, were all male.

I loved it.

Holding him close, I bumped my hips up, knocking my cock against his ass.

He moaned and fumbled with the buttons on my shirt, his kisses frantic and so needy precum soaked into my briefs.

His eagerness was a huge turn-on. Knowing he was comfortable enough to let go like this, to be the aggressor and take what he wanted from me, was hot as hell.

Was I a switch?

I’d never done any reverse role-play before, where I was the one who submitted to my partner. I hadn’t thought I’d be into it, but with Hayden, I definitely was.

Desperate for more, I let go of his hips and helped him with the buttons, our fingers fumbling and bumping as we undid them together.

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