Page 41 of Punchline
Nervousness flickered across his expression, but he nodded. “Yeah. Definitely. I’ve, uh… ” He laughed self-consciously. “Been wondering for a while what it would be like.”
“It’s fun. I love bottoming.”
His brow knitted. “But… you like topping too, right?”
“Oh, yeah.” I leaned in to let my hard-on brush his. “I fucking love it.”
There were still some nerves in his expression, but mostly heat and hunger. Perfect.
“Have you ever used, like, toys or anything? Fingers?”
Though his face was already flushed from the shower, the extra hint of red was impossible to miss. Avoiding my gaze, he murmured, “Uh… I mean… ”
“Hey.” I ran my fingertips along his sharp jaw. “It’s nothing to be embarrassed about. A lot of us tried it on our own before we did it with someone else.”
He cautiously met my eyes. “You did?”
“Well, yeah.” I laughed softly. “Some guys said it hurts, and the guy I was dating when I wanted to do it for the first time was… Let’s just say he washung.”
Jake studied me. Then his eyes flicked downward. “You’re not exactlylacking.”
“Neither are you. But my ex was… ” I grimaced.
Jake’s eyes widened. “So did it hurt?”
“Only because we were stupid teenagers who wouldn’t have known good prep if it slapped us in the face.”
“And because he had a big dick?”
I shrugged. “Honestly, even with a guy that size, it didn’thaveto hurt. If one or both of us had had more experience, it would’ve been fine.” I lifted my chin and kissed him softly, sliding my hands up his back as the hot water rushed down his skin. “I’m only asking if you’ve done anything so I know if you’ve got any experience feeling it. That’s all. If you haven’t… ” Another shrug. “I was planning to go really slow and use gallons of lube either way. I’ll make sure it doesn’t hurt.”
From all the tension visibly melting out of his neck and shoulders, he’d been worried about exactly that. No surprise—I knew a lot of guys who had that same concern.
“I’ll be slow and careful,” I said. “And we can always stop. I promise.”
Jake swallowed. Then he gave a slow nod. “Okay. And, um… for the record, I’ve never used toys, but… ” He held up his hand.
I glanced at it, then back at him. “And you liked it?”
“Yeah,” he breathed. “I liked it a lot.”
“Didn’t hurt?”
“No. I mean… maybe a little at first? I think I was too tense.”
“That happens.”
“Glad it’s not just me.” He came down for a long, soft kiss, and after a moment, he broke it just enough to murmur, “Bed?”
Oh, hell yeah, bed.
In under two minutes, that was exactly where we were—dried off, naked, and tangled up beneath his sheets. I tried to roll onto my back at one point and pull him with me, but he seemed to like being on the bottom. Not just bottoming when we fucked, but literally having me on top of him. Fine by me—there were worse places to be than straddling his narrow hips while we kissed and stroked each other.
“I don’t want to rush this,” he mumbled between kisses. “But God, Ethan… ” He pushed up against my cock and moaned, “I want you to fuck me.”
I shivered. “We’ll get there. I promise.”
He whined softly before pulling me down into another kiss. I couldn’t help grinning for a second before letting my lips move with his. As we kept making out, I was conflicted, but in a good way this time. I was eager to give him exactly what he wanted, but also excited at the prospect of teasing him until he was begging for it. I didn’t just want him relaxed and ready—I wanted himshakingwith need.
