Page 43 of Fake It for Christmas

And I was ready. For all of it.

“Well, you can fuck me, if you want to,” he said softly, breaking off from our kiss and glancing up at me with this not-so-innocent look in his eyes.

My cock ached like he’d literally been teasing it with his tongue, for God’s sake.

“You’d let me do that?”

“Letyou?” Shane said. “I’d beg you to.”

I groaned, reaching down to squeeze my cock through the fabric of my pants. “I—I just didn’t know. I’ve heard that it requires… getting lubed up, stretched out…”

“It does, a bit,” he said. “But if I’m being honest, I’m pretty good at taking cock.”

My skin was hot all over. I looked at him like I was a lustful animal, hanging on his every word. “Is that right?”

He nodded. His gaze skated over my face, and he bit his lower lip, knowingexactlyhow much he was teasing me right now.

“My bedroom’s just down the hall,” he murmured.

In a flash, I moved. I stood up, reaching down to offer Shane a hand. He stood up and led me down the hallway, heading into his bedroom. My heart was slamming in my chest. I couldn’t even remember a time I’d been in anticipation like this. It made it almost more tempting, knowing that I’d never considered fucking another guy before. I had no idea what to expect, and I really liked that.

All my life, I’d been doing things that I felt like I wassupposedto do. But this? Being here with him? It was fully what I wanted. What we both wanted. Nothing felt better than that.

Like everything else in his house, his bedroom was charming as hell, with paned, curtained windows looking out over the snowy world below. As we walked in, he stripped bit by bit, tossing his pants, shirt and underwear to the ground until he was fully naked.

He looked every bit like the perfect Abercrombie guy I’d met in the bar that night. But now I knew so much more about who he really was underneath, and it only made him hotter.

“Having second thoughts?” he asked, turning his head to one side.

“Having a million thoughts about what I want to do to your body,” I said in a low voice, looking him up and down. “Most of them involving my tongue.”

I tore my own clothes off and moved closer to him, gently pushing him backward until he was sitting on the edge of his bed. I stepped between his legs, pushing them apart with my knee, and leaned over.

“You sure?” he murmured. “About all of this?”

“What, you think I’m suddenly going to remember I’m straight, freak out, and run away like I just saw a ghost?” I said, getting close to his face and kissing him gently on his temple.

He puffed out a laugh. “Maybe.”

“I want you,” I said. “And I want you to be my first time fucking another guy.”

I’d kind of be fine with you being the first and only guy I fuck, actually, I thought, but I kept it to myself.

I couldn’t see how I could possibly ever want someone else this much, but I didn’t need to let him know that right now.

His cock throbbed in front of me, the little bit of glistening precome shining in the light. “You know I like it when you talk about it being yourfirst time.”

“I like it, too,” I said. I leaned over and kissed him deeply, letting my tongue slide out against his. “You’re giving me a whole lot of first times, Shane.”

He moaned as I let my fist close around his cock. “Want you inside me,” he uttered against my lips.

“I know you do.”

I pushed him further up onto the bed and guided him onto his stomach. He was ass-up now on the bed, and I let my palm slide against his cheeks, giving them each a squeeze.

“And I know you like being my student, too,” he said.

I let my fingertips trail along his hole and I loved the reaction it got out of him. He arched under my touch, moaning softly again.

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