Page 19 of The Swap Masquerade

His arms folded across his chest, but his expression remained neutral. “Of course.”

I spoke carefully, hoping I wouldn’t upset him. “I get the feeling maybe this is a bit new for you. Not only the parties, but all of it. I hope my saying that doesn’t offend you because I see absolutely nothing wrong with it either way. I’m only bringing it up because I like you and I don’t want to do anything to make you uncomfortable or that you may regret later.”

He reached a hand up and scratched the back of his head as he focused on some spot on the wall beside me. “Was it that obvious?”

“No. It was only a few things here and there that gave it away,” I assured him. “But trust me, if I was judging you by your kissing skills alone, I’d think you were a seasoned pro.”

My shoulders relaxed as his laughter rang out across the silent room. “Well, thanks. Yours isn’t so bad either.”

I was happy to see the playfulness back in his eyes and laughed as I walked over and slid my arms around his shoulders. His hands landed on my hips. “Not so bad, huh?” I leaned up and kissed him until we were both breathless.

“I take it back. You’re the king of kissing. Or maybe a God. Yeah, you’re the God of kissing,” he joked, making me laugh again.

“Don’t you forget it either.” We stared in each other’s eyes for several moments as the mood between us turned serious once again. “You don’t have to tell me anything. We all have our own reasons for wearing these masks and I respect your privacy. Just promise me you’ll tell me if I go too fast or you need to stop, okay?”

“I promise,” he whispered.

“Good. Then let’s start by getting this shirt off. I’ve been dying to see this ripped chest of yours.” He let out a throaty chuckle as I grabbed the hem of his shirt and pulled it up and over his head, being careful not to disturb the mask from his face. Whatever I’d imagined under that shirt was nothing compared to what he actually looked like. I ran my hands over his heated skin, tracing each ridge along his stomach with the pads of my fingers. “I could spend hours tasting every inch of this perfect bo—” My words died off as he grabbed my wrists, halting my exploration. “What’s wrong?”

He frowned as he chewed his bottom lip nervously. “I’m a virgin,” he finally blurted out.

My eyes softened as I looked at him. “It’s okay. I already suspected that maybe you’d never been with a man before?”

He shook his head. “No, you don’t understand. I’ve never been with anyone. I’m a virgin.” I blinked at him, my shock making it difficult to find the right words to say. “Maybe I should go,” he mumbled, bending down to pick his shirt up off the floor.

“No! Wait! I’m sorry. You surprised me, that’s all. You seemed so new to all of this, so I kind of assumed you were in the closet. That maybe you’d only slept with women and came to the parties because you were trying to figure out what you wanted. But I don’t want you to go. Please.”

My heart pounded in my chest as he stared at me as if weighing his options. It wasn’t until I saw his single nod that I was able to let go of the breath I’d been holding. Taking his hand, I led him over to the nearby couch and pulled him down next to me. “Thank you for staying. I appreciate your honesty and I’m sorry if I made you feel uncomfortable.”

His smile looked forced. “It’s okay. I understand it was probably quite a shock. I know most guys my age would have lost their virginity long before now.”

I reached out and cupped his chin, turning his head to face me. “I’m not judging you and you don’t owe me or anyone else an explanation. I’m glad you told me so I can be careful moving forward. That is, if you still want to move forward with me.”

“I do,” he whispered.

“Thank God, because there are still so many places to explore on this delicious body. I mean, how does a person even get a body like this? No, wait! Don’t tell me because if you say it’s natural and all you do is sit around eating pizza, I might have to hurl myself out the window.”

A rumble crept up from his chest, seconds before his laughter spilled out. I smiled, glad my words had broken the tension between us. I was so relieved, I didn’t even think about it before I leaned in and kissed him. His laughter died immediately as his earlier hunger returned. We separated long enough for him to pull my shirt off, being careful not to disturb my mask, and then our mouths fused together again in a kiss that had my cock begging for release.

“Can I try something? I promise to stop if you want to.”

He looked at me for a fraction of a second before nodding his head. “I trust you. I don’t know why when I barely know you, but I trust you.”

I cupped his cheek in my hand, running my thumb along the bottom edge of his mask. Behind it, I could see that trust shining in his eyes, and it humbled me. “Thank you,” I whispered back, with feeling. He watched me curiously as I stood up. “Lie down.”

He turned and lay down on the couch, a small moan escaping his lips as I settled down on top of him. With my hands on either side of his head, I held myself up so I could see him. I needed to see his reactions to be sure I wasn’t taking him too far, too quickly. Slowly, I lowered my hips, causing my erection to brush against his.

“Oh, fuck!” he gasped. I watched as his eyes sprang open wide and his gaze moved down between the two of us. Then his eyes darted up to mine. “That feels amazing. Do it again.” I smirked. If he thought that was good, he was in for a big surprise.

I bent down, kissing him as I began swiveling my hips back and forth, brushing our cocks together. When I suddenly thrust forward, he cried out, his hands landing on my back. Soon, he was lifting his hips, meeting my thrusts as his nails raked over my bare back. I didn’t care though. I loved it. Making this man come undone had become my sole focus.

“Are you ready for a little more?” I whispered.

“Yes, please. As long as it involves you and me and coming, I’m all…” His words trailed away, becoming a low moan as I reached between us with one hand and unbuttoned his jeans. Reaching inside his underwear, I wrapped my fingers around his cock and pulled it out. It was long and thick, perfectly proportioned for a man his size. “Oh, God. I don’t know how long I can last with you touching me.”

“That’s okay. You have me so worked up, I have a feeling this is going to be pretty fast for both of us.” I worked quickly then, unzipping my jeans so I could pull my own cock out. I looked down at his face, checking to see if this was too much but he was busy staring down at my hand as I stroked myself.

He glanced up at me when he felt my stare. “What should I…”

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