Page 77 of Unrecognizable Player

“Does it hurt?” He asks.

I’m about to lie and say no, but something stops me, I don’t want to lie anymore, not to him.

“A little, but it’s okay, don’t worry.”

He gives me those big sad eyes. “Alexei?”

“Yeah?”

“I don’t want you to get hurt anymore.”

Everything in me smiles at the thought of someone just wanting me to be okay. Not caring if I’m good at something or succeeding. “Shh, less of this and more kissing.”

I love his hands on my face. His legs wrapped around my waist. His lips. His tongue massaging mine. He smells so good after his nap. His sheets have his smell all over them too. His skin giving off this heat, like the sun itself.

“You’re the sun,” I murmur against his neck.

The vibrations of his laugh pass through me.

“If you start comparing me to Greek gods I’m leaving.”

“I won’t,” I say, lifting my head to look at him. His big brown eyes. His cute, crooked nose. And his full, soft lips. Could he be mine? Could I ever deserve someone like this?

“I promise.”

I brush his ear with my lips before nibbling on the lobe. Stef grinds against me, his cock hardening against mine. He slideshis hand between us and rubs me through my sweats. His touch is like a shot of electricity, jolting every nerve in my body.

“Fuck, are you supposed to do this with a concussion?”

I think about lying again, but change my mind.

“Nope.”

He groans through a laugh.

“I can touch you though.”

I lean up on my elbows and pull the comforter down, slowly, exposing his chest, then his stomach. My heart pounds as my gaze lands on his crucifix. His brown nipples. A little freckle just under his left one.

“What’s wrong?” he asks.

“Nothing.”

Weird coincidence, that’s all.

I trace the freckle with my thumb and Stef relaxes, arching his back, sighing and biting his lip.

The sight of him like that pushes out all other thoughts. I just want to be lost with him in this moment now. No one or nothing else ruining it.

He runs his hand through my hair as my mouth finds his nipple. Each one hardening as I lavish attention on it.

It feels so right. None of the weirdness or guilt I thought I’d feel doing this with a man for the first time. This is Stef for fucks sake. The guy who stayed up all night with me to make sure I didn’t die. The guy who introduced me to his parents. And warmed his dad’s cooking up for me. Made me that amazing soup. And listened to me cry.

I hesitate over his stomach.

“What’s wrong?”

“Nothing, it’s just.” I look up at him and he cradles my face in his hands. “I’ve never done this before.”

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