Page 45 of Bad at Love

“Hey.” I get to my feet, putting my hands on his cheeks. His dick brushes against me, but I try to ignore it. Now’s not the time to be a perv, even if I really want to be. “Relax. I’m not upset, not mad. I’m honestly really turned on by this.”

“You are?” he asks carefully.

I nod, huffing out a laugh. “Yeah, but let’s talk about this for a second.”

“Okay?”

“I need to make sureyou’reokay with this.”

“I am.”

“Does it bother you that I’m a guy?” I ask.

Again, we’d talked about all of this, but I have to be sure. And maybe reiterating this will help him relax.

“Not really, no.”

“Not really?”

“Well, I’ve never—” He cuts off briefly, and it hits me then. I was so focused on him jerking off that I didn’t think of anything else.

“You’re a virgin?” I whisper. “Fuck.” I look upwards, thanking my stars for how much fun I’m going to have with this man. If he allows me to. How did I miss this before? He made a comment about sex being between married people… and it never clicked for me. I’d just assumed he had sex with his fiancée… at least once. I didn’t think he knewnothing.

“It’s what my family wanted. I was supposed to get married, and—”

“You don’t have to explain yourself. I just need to be sure that you’re comfortable with this.”

I do my best not to sound like a horny bastard, but all I can think about is how badly I want to suck him off, fuck him, and let him fuck me.

“I feel like we need to talk about this more.”

“No.” He shakes his head. “If I think about this too much or we talk about it too much, I’ll change my mind.”

“That’s my point. I don’t want you regretting this.”

“I won’t regret it. I want to do this, but if I keep thinking about it, I’ll convince myself it’s wrong, even though I know it’s not.”

I frown, taking a step back to give us some distance. His dick is still out, but not hard anymore. It’s difficult to take him seriously with his cock hanging out like that, but I’m trying. He doesn’t seem to care.

“Let’s do this now. Talk later,” he suggests. “Please. If I don’t do this, I’m not sure I ever will, and I promise that I really want to.”

Well, now that has me thinking the guy just wants to lose his virginity. I have no issues with that… I won’t pity fuck the guy, but I will let him use me.

“Are you sure?”

“So sure.”

“Okay.” I get back to my knees, grabbing the bottle of lube from the bed and handing it to him. He takes it carefully. “Do exactly as I say.”

He nods shakily.

“Pour some lube into your palm.”

He does and I take the bottle, putting it down beside me.

“Now lather it all over your dick and stroke it until you’re hard.”

Gabe hesitates just a moment before doing as I say. He’s clumsy, lube dripping down his leg, landing on the floor, but he poured a lot so he still has what he needs. My eyes stay glued to his hand. The way he fumbles with his own dick, running his hand up and down it. The way he squeezes it. The way it gets hard and so much bigger right in front of my eyes. I lick my lips, biting on my bottom lip as I fight the urge to lean forward and take him into my mouth.

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