Page 39 of It's Complicated

“That’s good,” I managed, my voice as wrecked as I felt.

“What about this?” He gripped me, squeezing gently.

The zing of pleasure that shot through me was so strong it felt like I’d been hit with a cattle prod. “Jesus. Yeah. That’s good too.”

He chuckled, the sound throaty and affectionate. “This isn’t weird.”

“That’s good.” I resisted the urge to drag my cock through his fist. “’Cause it feels fucking amazing.”

“Yeah?” He smiled like I just told him he’d done a good job on his homework. “How does this feel?”

He stroked me a few times. It was awkward trying to do it over my clothes, but the contact was incredible—and not nearly enough.

“You like that.” He stroked me again.

“Remember how you said you fantasized about me sucking your dick?” I asked, or rather, rasped, through my dry throat.

His pupils dilated. “You want to hear about that?”

“Oh yeah.” I pressed against his hand, unable to help it.

He squeezed my length. “The first time it happened was when I was in the shower.”

The first time? I tucked that away for future reference. “Yeah?” I prompted.

“It was the night we went to the bar. When I wore the shirt.”

I kept my expression neutral, even as my mind reeled. He’d thought about it that night?

“I was jerking off, and I was trying to keep my mind blank and not think about anything.” He didn’t look away, but I could see he was embarrassed. “But just before I came, I saw you on your knees for me.”

Gently, I pushed his hand away from my dick.

He shot me a surprised look, but before he could get in his head about things, I sank to my knees. “Like this?”

“Z?” He stared down at me, his expression an adorable mix of hopeful and shy.

“Is this what you saw?”

He nodded.

I’d thought being on my knees might feel weird. Not because of power dynamics or anything like that, but because I’d never been on this side of a blowjob before.

It wasn’t, and looking up at Jamie from this position was hot.

“I never thought I’d say this, but can I suck your dick?”

He huffed out a laugh. “If you want to.”

“I want to.” I lifted my hands but paused a few inches from his fly. “I have no idea what I’m doing.”

He carded his fingers through my hair and stroked them through the strands. “Is it weird to say that I kinda love that?”

“Being my first guy?”

He nodded.

“No. I feel the same with you.” Carefully, I pulled the button on his jeans free. “Hopefully I don’t suck at this.”

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