Page 29 of 10 Ways to Accidentally Fall in Love

Brad tempers his smile, his face twitching a few times until he seems to manage something that looks less like a manic grin. I flex my fingers against his skin, and his smile pops wide again.

Gianna huffs a small laugh, but she starts taking pictures. I can’t look away from Brad. His briefs are the same rusty red color as my suspenders, his socks dark gray. The garters that run up and down his thighs are black leather. And his bow tie. I want to replace the material with my hand. Or, even better, my tongue.

“Dude,” Brad says quietly. “Have you done this before?”

“No,” I say thickly. “Why?”

“You’re a natural. You look intense, man. Hold up. Let me just…” He clears his throat and closes his eyes, attempting to blank his face, but as soon as he opens his eyes again and looks at me, that smile returns. “Fuck, I suck at this,” he says around a chuckle.

“I like your smile,” I tell him, sliding my hand a little further up his thigh, fingers hooking in the garter straps.

He shivers, and my pulse takes off.

“You guys are doing great,” Gianna assures us, coming in to move Brad’s foot atop my thigh. I take in a centering breath as his legs spread wider with the movement. I want to grab hold of his garters and tug him onto my lap.

“Can you imagine doing this with a stranger?” Brad asks me. “I guess I can see why it’d be a good test, you know? To see whether or not you have chemistry.”

“And us?” I ask, my fingers drifting over his skin.

He frowns slightly. “Well, we’re not strangers,” he says, this man who’s known me for all of a few weeks. “So it makes sense that we’re smashing this.”

I huff a laugh as Gianna continues to move around us, taking pictures.

“I’ll have you two switch now,” she says, letting her camera hang around her neck. “Here.”

I let go of Brad’s leg as Gianna repositions us. This time, she has Brad kneel on the chaise, his legs braced a good foot apart. She has me go down to the floor.

My blood heats as I kneel in front of Brad, the position incredibly intimate with his cock so near to my face. Gianna sets my hands right where I want them: on either side of Brad’s hips.

For once, he’s not smiling. He’s looking down at me with a small frown, the space between his eyebrows furrowed. He seems distracted as Gianna moves his arms, having him cross his hands behind his back, leaving him at my mercy.

I can’t decide whether or not I want him to notice I’m half-hard.

Brad swallows as Gianna steps back, the shutter on her camera making a soft click. Neither of us speaks this time. I graze my thumbs along his hip bones, my gaze shifting down from his face to his chest. Down to his defined abdomen. To that little outie belly button and the way his briefs cover his cock. I inhale a soft breath, wanting so badly to lean forward. To nuzzle against him and run my nose along his cock. To shift his underwear to the side so I can take his balls into my mouth the way he likes.

I want to touch him. To taste. To swallow whole.

But I don’t. I never would, not even close. Not unless he wanted me to.

Bringing my eyes upwards, I find Brad watching me, his mouth parted the tiniest bit. He doesn’t break my gaze, isn’t self-conscious about being appraised or seemingly bothered by said appraising being done by a man. He’s open and unabashed, and I don’t know if I’ll ever be able to addcuriousto the list, but I pray for it.

“Mr. Delgado,” Gianna says softly, breaking through my thoughts. “Why don’t you grab his wrists?”

Gladly.

I run my hands around Brad’s hips to the curve of his ass, where his hands are resting. His skin is warm as I encircle his wrists, the move bringing me closer to his crotch. I can feel his pulse feathering beneath my thumb, the crack of his ass beneath the other.

If this were real, he’d already be naked. I’d hold him here as I showered him with affection. I’d take his cock into my mouth, let him thrust his hips, but I’d control the pace, not allowing him to come until he’d been edged for long enough that his orgasm would be crushing in its intensity. He’d shake and shiver in my arms, falling apart for me and me alone.

He’d smile when it was over. I know he would.

Brad’s eyes slip down my body. I have no doubt he can see the erection tenting my briefs.

“Dude,” he nearly whispers, eyes flicking to Gianna before coming back to me. “It’s okay. Perfectly normal response.”

I hum, letting my thumb stroke over the top of Brad’s ass. His eyes widen.

“Okay, we’ll move on now,” Gianna says.

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