Page 99 of Talk Nerdy To Me
“Sorry,” I say awkwardly as he just sort of rests his weight on me, only causing his body to shake a little harder. “It was bad poetry for good thoughts, but I’m not a poet and…I’m a virgin for a reason; I’m not magically good at this.”
He leans up, mouth sealing over mine, possibly to stop it from running incessantly and making it all worse. The mood comes back with effortless ease, as he continues to kiss me into a stupor.
With one-handed expertise, he unhooks my bra. I’m not sure why I grin. I’m not sure when I started grinning.
I can feel his grin growing to mimic mine. I’m going to make this weird again if I don’t resist the stupid urge to speak the second his lips break from mine.
This time, as he kisses his way down my throat, he peels my bra down with his descent. I’m positive my eyes try to swap places when they cross hard enough to feel them tug. It happens the second his mouth connects with my nipple. I don’t know or care which one. All my nerves fire on one united circuit as his hand slips down, working my pants down as his mouth…his mouth…
I can’t even properly praise his mouth because I’m so bad at poetry.
“Still thinking of bad poetry?” he asks, lips teasing me a little as he pulls back to remove my pants.
I keep my eyes closed as my jaw moves like it’s trying to form words without my voice. I finally catch up. “I-I just cycled back to it.”
I feel his grin against my skin this time as he starts kissing his way down. Even a virgin knows where he’s going with this, and my entire body squirms in anticipation as he slowly starts tugging my underwear down.
I go ahead and put my hand with the cast out to the side so I don’t accidentally forget about it and give him an unintentional concussion while he’s trying to give me an orgasm.
I’m actively thinking of ways not to screw this up.
It’s the lowest his lips have ever gone as he drags them down the crease of my thigh, gradually tugging my underwear down so subtly that I barely notice they’re gone until he pulls them free.
All my attention is on his mouth as he drags it closer, kissing across my stomach…as I remain frozen, though I feel his hair very firmly woven between the fingers of my non-cast hand again.
“Where’s your head at now?” he asks, the warmth of his breath fanning a very sensitive spot that brings awareness crashing down on me.
Gibberish. I have no idea what I say, because it’s gibberish, but he comes willingly when I pull him closer, my body acting before my mind can overthink. I want his mouth right there forever, because it feels incredible the second he really shows me what third base is like.
He makes that inexplicably sexy noise again that sets off a chain of embarrassing reactions, and the more I try to stay quiet, the more noise I make.
I’m only vaguely aware of it, because now I know why Raya said I’d enjoy the tongue piercing. I think he intentionally wore it tonight, because I never see it otherwise.
His hands grip my thighs when I barely arch off the bed, my body coiled tight just before I have what may be my favorite ever orgasm.
Everything hits all at once, and it hits so hard that I immediately become oversensitive and very aware of the fact this is very, very intimate.
He drags his mouth away, kissing up my hip, as I breathe like I’ve just finished a marathon, my eyes on the ceiling as my cheeks burn for no real reason at all.
Don’t make it weird. That becomes my inner mantra.
But…that’s a first for me—the oral. It’s hard not to make it weird because I don’t know what’s normal after this point.
My body is still shuddering as he kisses a path up my stomach, and my hands move up his back, over his shoulders, and to his chest as he starts kissing my neck.
“I’ll use one of your condoms since you’ve worked so hard on preparation,” he says against my neck, and I nod rapidly, my eyes going to the ceiling again.
“And lube. I have an excess of lube too,” I tell him.
He grins again before pushing off me, and…I quickly pull the blanket around me because it’s surprisingly uncomfortable being naked when the other person is not.
But Base is less modest, because he shoves his jeans and boxers down in unison, and I just stare. At his butt. I’ve never seen a butt in this context before—a sexual situation being the relevant context.
The muscles in his butt flex as he steps over to my condom and lube drawers, pulling out selections of each. My heartbeat is in my ears as he starts opening the condom wrapper, turning his body almost deliberately to show me what he’s doing.
It’s the first time I’ve ever seen a penis off a screen or a condom being put on an actual penis instead of a banana.
Every warning I’ve been given pops into my head.
