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Oh, Jesus Christ.“Yeah,” I managed, and got my clothes out of the way just in time for him to sink his lips down over the head of my dick. They were red and wet from kissing, and he was so eager that he didn’t slow down, kept on going until I touched the back of his throat. It would have been too much, too soon if I wasn’t amped to hell and back, but as it was I knew I wasn’t going to last. “Ethan?—”
He hummed, sounding so fucking pleased with himself, and that was it. I held the back of his head while I shot into his mouth, not enough to choke him but enough to hold him just where I wanted him. I’d never have done this to someone else, but I knew Ethan was strong enough to pull back if he didn’t like it, anddamndid he seem to like it. I wondered how he’d feel about me fucking his face.
I wondered if I was ever going to be able to get up off this couch again.
I had enough presence of mind to help himup off his knees and back on top of me. I held him loosely now, so that he could pull away at any time. I tried to be so, so conscious of my strength when I was with someone, even with my hookups—maybe especially with them—but tonight, with Ethan, was maybe the closest I’d ever come to being able to relax during sex.
Maybe if we’d taken the time totalkabout what we were doing before diving right in, we could have relaxed a bit more. But screw it; I’d wanted him, he’d wanted me, and we’d had fun.
We…hadhad fun, right? “You okay?” I asked him.
Ethan nuzzled the side of my neck. “Holy shit, yes.”
“Oh, good.”
He pulled back far enough to look me in the eyes. “Were you actually nervous about that?” he asked, a bit incredulously.
“I mean… maybe?”
“I had an amazing time. In fact, I’d like to—” His stomach interrupted rather noisily, and he put his head back down with a groan of embarrassment.
“How about dinner?” I asked. “You can grab a quick shower and it’ll be ready by the time you come out.”
“Dinner would be great, yeah.”
Good. I could do that. I could give him that. “The shower’s just down the hall to the right.”
“You could join me,” Ethan offered, still red in the face but honest. I had to admire how he always asked for what he wanted.
“Maybe next time.” Right now, we needed food.
Next time, we’d see.
CHAPTER 11
ETHAN
I was mildly disappointed that Jake didn’t want to join me in the shower, but once I was under the spray… maybe it wasn’t such a bad idea. I needed a minute to pull my thoughts together.
In under twenty-four hours, we’d gone from a double date at a hockey game to a few kisses in my car to Jake’s dick down my throat. I loved it. All of it. I was just a little overwhelmed because I hadn’t quite let myself believe Jake really wanted me. Now we were rocketing past awkwardly flirting (which was a generous way to describe it) into getting naked and physical, and…
I chewed my lip as I rinsed some soap off my chest and abs. Jake didn’t have a lot of experience with men. He was obviously nervous about exploring his bisexuality, and about sex with a guy. What if we went too far, too fast, and he regretted it?
That thought made me cold despite the hot water rushing over me.
I wanted to doeverythingwith Jake. After we’d made out in the car, I’d gone home and jerked off thinking aboutall the things we could do. Sixty-nining. Topping him. Bottoming for him. Letting him rail me over a piece of furniture. It was amazing how fast I’d been able to mentally whip through those fantasies, because I’d touched on all of them in the tiny handful of seconds it had taken me to get off. He thought I came fast tonight? I was lucky I’d gotten my pants off last night. What could I say? He turned me on so much I ended up on a hair trigger.
And if I let all those fantasies and all that arousal take charge, I could easily move too fast for him. Especially if he got swept up in horniness and the novelty of something new. The only thing that could happen faster than me flashing through all my fantasies was someone realizing they’d made a mistake. The last thing in the world I wanted was to see satisfaction in Jake’s eyes morph into regret.
Fuck. I shuddered beneath the shower. Absolutely not. As much as I wanted us to Instacart the biggest box of condoms and a fifty-gallon drum of lube… I needed to tap the brakes.
After I’d finished my shower, I dressed and wandered out to the kitchen. The air was fragrant with what I assumed was the sauce for the shrimp scampi—garlic, butter, and a few other things I couldn’t quite pick out. My stomach growled even louder than it had earlier; I really needed to eat better on days when I had hockey practice and a fighting lesson.
Especially if there was a chance I’d be doing more physical activity than just hockey or fighting.
Jake was peering into the fridge when I walked in, and when he turned around, I was hit with two contradictory feelings—the desire to grab on to him and go another round, and the cold water of my realization that we shouldn’t move too fast. Christ, I wanted him… but even more than that, I wanted him to want this. Every step of it. I’d hate myself forever if he regretted even a second, and I knew from experience how fast caution could get thrown to the wind when dicks got hard, which meant I had to be the one to slow things down.
Jake gave me a very conspicuous down-up with those gorgeous, hungry eyes, and… fuck. Being a responsible adult suuucked.
