Page 49 of Bad at Love

“What’s wrong?”

“I need help…” he says, sounding unsure. I’m about to open my mouth and ask with what, because he’s starting to scare me. Did he lie about being okay before? Does he feel like I forced him? Does he hate it? If so, I’m thankful as fuck we didn’t record it, so there isn’t any evidence. I knew doing something together before recording it was a good idea. The last thing I want is to make money off of his actual shame. “With this,” he finally adds as he grips his erection.

My heart pounds so hard I feel it in my throat. My dick aches, hard as a damn rock. And if he were anyone else, if he had just a touch more experience, I’d throw him on my bed and fuck him into the mattress. Show him exactly how I can help him with that.

“You want me to help you with that?” I ask, sliding to the end of the bed and sitting on the edge.

He nods like a sad, lost puppy would.

I crook my finger at him, and he pushes off the wall, coming to stop in front of me.

“You can’t handle this yourself?” I ask, more for the fun of it than needing to know. I’m sure he could. He’s a smart guy. Not incapable. Besides, animals can figure out how to jerk off. I’msure he can. But this isn’t about that. He’s here because he wants help from me. He needs me to do it, or at least help him through it. Okay, sothismay be the hottest thing to ever happen to me.

“No,” he answers softly.

“Well, what do you want me to do?” I darken my tone just a little, wondering if he’s willing to play along or if he’s going to get frustrated. I’m testing out the waters here, wondering what I can get away with.

“Make it go away.”

I raise a brow at him as he stares down at me, pure desperation on his face. There’s a dark spot on his grey pajama pants, right where the tip of his dick rests. He’s leaking pre-cum, and I bet no matter what I do, he won’t last much longer than he did earlier.

I tentatively lift my hand up, sliding it under his shirt and dipping my fingers into the waistband of his pants. Looking up at him, I wait for his permission. With his bottom lip between his teeth, he nods. But I don’t pull them down like he thinks I’m going to. I slide my fingers back and forth, teasing him until he can’t stay still. His skin is warm, soft moans leaving his lips.

“You really are a virgin, aren’t you? No sex, ever?” He shakes his head, jaw tight. “Kissing?”

“A little.”

“Girls only?”

“Yes.”

I hum a sound of acknowledgment, still sliding my fingers back and forth. “Is it weird that I’m a guy? Does that scare you?”

“All I care about is that I like it.”

“Good answer.”

I hook my other hand into his pants and tug them down, and his dick bounces free. Thick and needy.

“So no one has ever put their mouth on your dick before?”

He shakes his head, eyes squeezed shut. His hands are balled by his sides, stomach muscles tense as he waits.

“Their hands?”

Another shake.

“And you’ve never touched another dick or pussy?”

“No,” he grits out, cheeks turning pink. Is it horniness or embarrassment? I’m fine with either—or both.

“I am going to make you feel so fucking good, Gabriel.”

He groans when I cup his balls, massaging them gently. Letting out a sigh of relief, he shifts on his feet to get better footing. There’s a thick bead of pre-cum gathered at the tip of his cock, ready to drip down, so I lean forward and swipe my tongue along his hole.

He hisses through his teeth, hand reaching out to grip my shoulder.

“That okay?”

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