Page 50 of Last Call Lindy Hop
“What’s wrong?”
I looked into his concerned eyes and rested my hand against his cheek. “I love you, but I didn’t tell you that to get you into bed.”
He stared for several seconds before smiling and turning his head so that he could kiss my palm. “I know.”
“You… you do?”
He faced me again, then slid his hands down my back and to my ass again. “That’s not who you are.”
“I just want to make sure you’re ready.”
He scooted closer, grabbing my ass again, and I groaned when he ground his cock against mine.
“I want this…” he said softly, kissing my jaw. “With you.”
“Reheat dinner later?” I suggested.
“Lasagne only gets better the longer it sits.”
We scrambled to our feet and I pulled Lance to the bedroom, only to freeze upon seeing the bed.
We’d never actually discussed sex preferences. Did he prefer top or bottom? Was he one of the men who didn’t like penetrative sex at all and preferred other things?
I’d read what I could in order to prepare myself, but…
“What’s wrong?” Lance asked.
“I, um…” I took a deep breath, then leaned in and brushed my lips across him to reassure him. “I’ve just. Well obviously I’ve never had sex with a man before, and I don’t even know what you like. I mean… Are you a top, or a bottom, or…?”
He chuckled against my lips. “I’m vers.”
I breathed a sigh of relief at how easily he addressed it. Then I remembered him saying that his ex didn’t let Lance top.
Might as well jump right into the deep end. “Lance?”
“Yeah?”
“Do you want to…” I swallowed, “top?”
He studied me. “Are you sure?”
I took a deep breath. “Yes, and no.” I chuckled. “I’m nervous, but I trust you. I want us to always be equals. Besides, there's no time like the present.”
“Ok,” he nodded. “But tell me if you need me to stop.”
“Yeah.”
Lance’s kisses were still passionate, but not as desperate as he pulled me close again. His bulge ground against mine, making me moan into his mouth. Then he slid his hands under the hem of my shirt, and his fingers left trails of burning desire everywhere he touched.
Everything within me needed this beautiful man, and I returned the favor, plunging my hands under his shirt and exploring the soft skin of his back.
“Eli,” he moaned.
“Clothes,” I replied before kissing him again.
He made a noise of agreement as we started tugging each other’s shirts up and off. Then his bare chest was against mine, and the sensation of that broad swath of skin pressed to me was exquisite.
My cock ached in the confines of my pants, demanding to be freed, and I abandoned my exploration of Lance’s chest and back to open my fly and push my jeans down.
