Page 12 of His First Time
I shook my head. I wasn’t so sure about that anymore, though.
“Well.” Tyler squeezed my cock. “You’ve never wondered. Until now.”
I closed my eyes. I tried to think of the bartender, the gorgeous blonde with her low-cut tank, her breasts swelling out of the plunging neckline. Her radiant smile. She could probably run miles around me, and then talk me under the table, discussing politics and international relations and intersectionality. I could make her breakfast in bed and watch her painted toes curl in the sheets as we woke up after making love.
All I saw was Tyler. Every time I thought of her, the image shifted. Painted toes became strong, flexing feet. Lithe legs toned from Pilates shifted to muscular calves dusted in dark hair. Bouncing breasts became hairy pecs attached to broad shoulders, arms corded with muscle. My cock throbbed. I pushed my hips into his touch.
“I’m not…”
“But youarecurious, aren’t you?”
… What if I was? What if right here, right now, I was? I hadn’t ever been before, but, I’d never feltthisbefore.
IcravedTyler, his touch, his presence, like he was the sun and I was caught in his gravity well. From the moment I’d laid eyes on him, it was like I was trapped. Never, ever before had I felt this, not for any woman. Not for any man, either.
For a moment, I thought of vampires and werewolves, demons and black magic. Anything at all to explain this searing lust, this uncontrollable horniness. I hadn’t even had a drink when I first saw him. He couldn’t have slipped me anything.
My eyes met his. We were so close, almost pressed together in the crowd. I could feel the heat of his legs, his chest. If he slid off his bar stool, we’d be crotch to crotch. I moaned.
What a time to get curious. We were in a packed bar in an overcrowded Admirals Club in a shut-down airport. What, were we going to squeeze our way to the no-doubt stuffed bathroom, slide into one of the stalls for a quickie while thirty other guys were pissing and shitting and brushing their teeth? I gritted my teeth and cursed. Closed my eyes. Rocked my hips into his touch.
“I have a room,” he breathed in my ear. “Come up with me.”
I’ve never saidyesfaster. I was speaking before he finished talking, nodding and babbling at the same time. He grinned, squeezed my cock, and slid off his stool. Our bodies aligned, our chest and his hips connected, his cock sliding against my own.
His hard, thick, hot cock pulsed through his suit pants.
“Follow me,” he said, squeezing my waist. He grabbed my suitcase and steered it through the crowd, threading the needle of bodies as he headed for the elevators that accessed the private entrance to the tower hotel.
I grasped my suit jacket in front of me and tried to hide my swollen cock. Christ, I was so hard. I was tenting my suit, obviously sporting a thick erection. I moved as fast as I could, following him, never taking my eyes off the back of his head. Halfway to the elevators, he turned. His eyes met mine. He winked.
His keycard opened the elevator lobby and then called the elevator down. As the glass doors to the lobby closed, the buzz of the bar dissipated. Sound faded, replaced by a dull roar, my blood rushing through my veins.
Tyler stood in front of me, one hand on my suitcase handle, the other in his pocket. Cocky. No, assured. He knew exactly what he was doing.
He was seducing me.
Why me? Why workaholic sales executiveme, exhausted at the end of his trip? I’d downed three vodkas on my earlier flight and when I pissed in the plane’s bathroom, I’d seen the dark smudges under my eyes. I’d wanted to sleep all weekend and celebrate with my new car and a trip to the bars next weekend. My blond hair was sticking up, unkempt. I hadn’t shaved this morning. I was just… average.
I was also so fucking lucky. He’d pickedmefor some reason. And as the elevator dinged, I realized I was following a man up to his room to fuck. I wasn’t gay. Or, I hadn’t been gay before now.
But tonight I was going to fuck a man.
A thrill shot through me, every nerve dancing, ice and fire fighting for dominance. My hands shook, my palms sweating as I followed him in the elevator. He wheeled my suitcase to the corner.
The doors closed.
He was on me in a moment, grabbing my face and walking me backwards, driving me against the elevator wall. I sputtered, my hands flying up. I didn’t know if I should grab him or not, push him away or pull him in. I dropped my jacket. My back hit the wall. I grabbed his hips.
His lips met mine.
He kissed me slowly, like he was tasting me, opening me up. Tender nibbles on my lips, the sweep of his tongue. His hands rising and cupping my face, my jaw. The bite of his teeth on my lower lip. I groaned. Shivered. Squeezed his hips and pulled him closer as I slid my tongue against his.
We kissed as the elevator climbed, and I didn’t think once about what would happen if it stopped at another floor or if the doors opened and someone saw us. I should have thought about it. I was skydiving from my heterosexuality, swan diving into having sex with a man, and I had thought exactly three seconds about my decision. The higher processes of my brain had been reduced to simple mantras:fuck yesandoh God.
He ground his hips into mine as the elevator slowed. I felt the hard bulge of his cock move against my raging erection. He sucked on my tongue, grinning as I moaned. My knees weakened. I almost slid down the elevator wall.
Chuckling, he pulled back, holding me up as he kept cradling my face. I licked my lips. I was panting, and my breaths dried my lips almost right away. I licked them again. He watched, his eyes darting from my eyes to my lips and back, smiling that little grin the whole time.
