Page 46 of Strictly Curious
His tongue trailed across his bottom lip as we continued to stare each other down. We needed to move this along because I wanted to feel it all. I reached for the bottom hem of my shirt, my eyes drew to his as they tracked my every movement.
I gripped the bottom edge, lifting it over my head in one swift movement. This was happening, and it was happening right now. There was no going back.
Garrett
Thiswasn’tagoodidea. All of this had been a terrible, beautiful idea. There was no undoing anything at this point. It was ruined the second I put my hands on him a few days ago.
I watched in awe as Tyler raised the hem of his shirt, delicately lifting it over his head. My breath hitched, watching him reveal his milky and smooth skin. It wasn’t like I hadn’t seen him naked before. Growing up together, plus all the fucking around we’d done leading up to this—
“Are you just going to stare?”
I snapped out of my thoughts as he held his shirt at his side, one arm awkwardly scratching at the other. He was nervous about this and I really couldn’t blame him. He was about to give me something big and I wasn’t convinced I deserved what he was handing over.
I was nervous, too. My heart hammered in my chest thinking about what was about to happen. The one I’d wanted for all of these years was about to be mine.
“Sorry, just thinking.” Despite my distracting thoughts, I was spurred into action. My fingers undid the button of my jeans before working down the zipper. His eyes were glued to my movements before he continued to undress.
Once we were in our underwear, we stood facing each other. He always seemed unsure at first. Except for that very first time. He had confidence that had come out of nowhere, but maybe I’d robbed him of that when I backed the hell off for several days and then pissed him off by accidentally outing him.
“You’re still sure about this?” I asked because this was huge.
He only nodded, stepping closer. His body heat radiated, and it took everything in me not to reach out and get this show on the road. I had experience with this while he had none. He had more now after the last few days, but still…we couldn’t rush this. I wanted to give him the best experience possible.
“Why is this so awkward?” he asked, his hand reaching out to grab mine. This all felt juvenile. Like we were two kids who had no clue what to do with our bodies. We’d never had issues. We’d both taken a lot of what we wanted but my body literally vibrated with nerves.
I shifted my weight and pulled his hand to my shoulder. He rested it there as I trailed my fingers down his arm and then down his chest, when I reached his waist, I grabbed it and pulled him in close. “Don’t make it awkward then, just do what feels right.”
Tyler bit his lip and nodded. “Can I—can I kiss you?”
I chuckled at his innocent question. We’d done so much more than kissing. “Yeah, do whatever you want.”
That was all that was needed to break the weirdness of the moment. His lips were suddenly on mine and I grasped his hips and pulled him against me. The hard ridge of his erection slotted alongside mine and he groaned. I slid my tongue into his mouth and savored the taste of the cinnamon and sugar that still clung to him.
Tyler’s hand slipped from my shoulder and rested against my pec. He pushed me slowly backward until the backs of my legs hit the bed. I fell onto the mattress. This was the Tyler who had grown confident recently. The one who knew what he wanted, and wasn’t afraid to take.
“Uh…” His cheeks flamed as he hooked his fingers into the waist of his briefs and worked them down his legs. He chewed his lip as my eyes trailed every movement. This all still felt a little wrong, but I didn’t want to fight it anymore, not that I’d put up much of a fight to begin with.
I wrapped my hand around my cotton-covered cock and squeezed as he kicked off his underwear. His eyes snapped to the movement before he reached for the waist of my boxers. I lifted my hips from the bed to help remove them. And then there we were, naked in front of each other again.
“God, why are you so hot?” he asked. He didn’t wait for me to answer, not that I had one. He climbed, one knee at a time onto the bed, and hovered above me. My hands traveled to his hips again to guide him.
As much as I was desperate to be inside him, and to feel his tight warmth wrapped around me, I needed to go slow, not wanting to freak him out by being overly eager. This was his first time and I wanted to make it special for him. Hell, it was special for me too. I had fantasized about this day for years. Something I never once dreamed of ever happening for real. My body burned and my nerves buzzed with the thought of being inside him, and my heart beat just a little faster. I just realized that I was as nervous as he was. I swallowed down my growing tension, and yanked him on top of me. His eyes widened at the sudden movement.
I trailed my hands up the warm, smooth skin of his back. His chest puffed against mine before he pushed himself into a sitting position. I groaned as the position left me with my cock resting against the crease of his ass.
As if he knew exactly what he was doing, Tyler rocked against me. I quickly tightened my hold on his hips to slow him down. This was a lot, and really fucking fast while I was still trying to wrap my head around the fact that he wanted me bare. I’d never done that with a girl or a guy before, but damn did I want it with him.
“How does this work?” he asked shyly, attempting to rock his hips again. Sure, I’d fingered him, but that was hardly prepping him and I knew he’d watched porn, but they often skipped that part.
I motioned to his bedside table, praying that his bottle of lube was still there. “I need lube, and lots of it. It’ll make you a lot more comfortable.”
He nodded as he leaned over, opened the drawer, and pulled out a fresh bottle. I wondered when he’d bought it since we didn’t spend much time apart. I’d had the same thought when he’d admitted to watching the porn, too. When he dropped the bottle into my shaking hands, I opened the cap, and coated my fingers with the viscous liquid. I instructed him to lean forward so that I could reach behind him a little more easily. His breath ghosted against my face as my fingers trailed down his crease to find his hole.
I slowly circled the opening with one finger before applying pressure. Tyler instantly tensed, just like he had the time I’d fingered him in the shower, but this time I didn’t have the added bonus of having his dick in my mouth to distract him.
“Relax, Ty. You need to breathe and relax or I won’t be able to get in.” He nodded, his breathing picking up before evening out. He finally relaxed enough when the tip of my finger sank inside his warm entrance. I continued to push slowly so I wouldn’t hurt him.
Tyler had his hands on my shoulders and his fingers flexed against them as I worked my finger in and out of him a few times, getting him used to the sensation. “Is this okay?” I asked, making sure this was still what he wanted.
