Page 42 of Voice to Raise
He rolled his eyes.
I took that as a good sign. I pointed to my crotch. “If you can just direct me to a bathroom? I can—”
“Want you. Now. Here.”
That took me by surprise. “Uh…okay. Huh. What exactly does that look like?” My intense curiosity wasn’t going to be sated until he basically drew me a map.
“I give you a blow job. You fuck me. Way behind that is me giving you a hand job or—”
“I’ll take option number two.” I grinned. “I mean, you need to come down first, but man, I so want to take your ass.” I’d prayed he was a bottom—all the while telling myself he was never going to let me fuck him. No grass was going to grow under my feet. “Sooner rather than later.” I pressed the heel of my hand to my crotch.
“Condoms.”
I held up a finger with one hand and grabbed my wallet with the other. “Two condoms and two packs of lube. Never leave home without them.” I procured them. “I get tested regularly and haven’t been with anyone since my last negative test.”
“Yeah.” He blew out a breath. “I haven’t been with anyone since my ex, and I’ve been tested twice since then.”
“Not to get too personal—and you can tell me it’s none of my fucking business—”
“He dumped me when I left BioVale.”
“Asshole.”
He shrugged. “I haven’t missed him all that much. What did that say about our relationship?”
“Now’s not the time…but I’d love to hear why you left there and came here. I assume the progression was linear…?”
“Yeah. I was on my way out when this job became available. I took that as a sign from the universe that I was doing the right thing. I jumped ship there and came here.” His pupils were blown in the low light. “Not a story for today, though.”
“That’s fair. I’m trying to figure out the best way to fuck you.”
He arched an eyebrow, then chuckled. “That doesn’t surprise me. Do you mind looking me in the eye?”
My cock stiffened further. “No…I’d prefer that.”
“Then missionary style while lying on the couch would work. I’ve never done it—obviously—but I think it’s big enough to hold both of us.”
“It’s quite long.” Certainly longer than most three-seater couches I’d seen.
“Maude was…eclectic. Or eccentric? Now, I can’t guarantee she didn’t get up to anything—”
“Are you trying to deflate my boner?” I did not want to think of the old lady who used to own this house. I could admire her and not want to know what she’d been up to on that couch.
He chuckled. “All good.” He flopped forward and started to untie his shoelaces. He was clumsy, though, and clearly having a tough time.
I knelt before him, gently brushed his hands aside, and undid them myself. I met his gaze.
“Thank you.”
“I bet that was hard.”
He rolled his eyes. “I don’t hate you. I don’t have trouble expressing gratitude when someone helps—especially when I know, at some point, I’ll be able to return the favor.”
“When I’m balls-deep in you, you’ll likely remember to thank me.”
He barked out a laugh as I removed his shoes. I pulled his pants over his feet and admired the fine blond hair that covered his legs. Slowly, I ran my hands from his large feet, uphis muscled calves—I could totally tell he was a cyclist—to his thick thighs. His deflated cock lay in a nest of dark-blond curls. Gently, I stroked it.
“It’s not getting up again any time soon—refractory periods are a thing.”
