Page 43 of The Hotshot vs The Reporter

Shit. I’m way too in my head.

“Hey.” Soren captures my attention with his hand resting over my heart, but he’s not pushing me away, his tone gentle. “This is great too. More than great. We can keep doing this if you don’t want to—”

“No,” I cut him off instantly because I do. I really do. I just... “I do want that. Sex and lube and condoms.” I say, and a grin falls across his face at my bumbling. “I just, I haven’t...”

“Had sex with a man,” he guesses.

“Right. Or... anal,” I manage, which makes him smile bigger. “Shut up.”

He laughs at that, but it’s not cruel, his hand still over my heart. “It’s okay. Really. We don’t have to.”

“I want to,” I say, way too quickly. “I mean, if you do, I do.”

“I definitely do,” he says, and I notice his chest is heaving with need as we talk. His cock is hard and leaking, standing up against his abdomen, and God, I want this. So damn bad.

I notice the bead of precum at his tip, and I can’t stop myself from using my finger to swipe it away, bringing it to my lips as my eyes meet his. His pupils are blown wide as he watches me, his lips parted with desire.

“I’m negative,” he blurts out, and I look at him in surprise. “I mean, we probably should have already had this talk this morning. I’m a big advocate for safe sex for everyone. I just... we didn’t, and we should. And...”

I nearly laugh, and I would cover his mouth with my hand, but it’s the only thing keeping some of my weight from crushing him. “I’m negative too. Was tested a few months ago and last week. I haven’t been with anyone in months. I take safe sex very seriously too.”

He slowly licks his lips, and I’m lost in the motion, totally transfixed. He nods slowly, his eyes on his cum on my finger. “Okay, then.”

I grin, loving his shy smile and the desire in his eyes. I watch him as I drag my tongue over my finger, tasting him. It’s different, but in the best way. I find myself closing my eyes, a low moan falling from my throat as I lick my finger clean and swallow.

Instantly wanting more. “God, you taste so good.”

“Oh, holy shit,” I hear Soren say, and then he’s pulling me to him, his lips meeting mine as we kiss frantically. I want to taste him straight from the source this time, but he’s making his way to the bedside table and grabbing lube and a condom before I can say it.

I nearly laugh at him trying to get the lube open, his fingers shaking—but I don’t think it’s nerves. I think he wants this that bad, and holy shit, it’s hot as hell.

I take the lube from him and pin his lithe body beneath me again before I settle on my knees between his parted thighs. “Tell me what to do.”

His fingers graze my abs as he reaches up, his chest rising and falling rapidly, his pupils blown. “Lube up your fingers and add one, then two. I don’t need a lot of prep, but it’s been a while,” he adds shyly, biting on his bottom lip.

And as much as I hate thinking about anyone laying their hands on him, I think he’s cute as hell like this. “Okay,” I say, nerves starting to catch up to me. I think I’m a fairly decent lover—haven’t had any complaints yet—but with Soren, I don’t want to be decent.

I want to be the best.

The feral need to be the best is a hundred times more than it’s ever been out on the track, and that’s saying something.

“Hey.” I realize I haven’t moved and look at Soren, who’s watching me closely. “It’s okay. I’ll love whatever you do to me. I’m so damn close already, Royal.” His hand is still on my stomach, but he’s stopped moving it. “I just want you inside me.”

My cock jerks furiously at his admission, and I nearly drop the damn bottle of lube as I finally open the cap and squirt some on my fingers. “Oh, shit. Condom.”

Again, he looks slightly nervous, and I wonder why. He doesn’t make me wait for too long before he says, “If we’re both negative...”

My eyes widen slightly as my brain catches up. “Oh...”

“I mean...” He seems a little shaken. “We can. We totally can. It’s just that, well, we don’t necessarily need to. Unless we’re sleeping with other people. Which I’m not at all. I mean, you might be, and that’s okay.”

I’m grinning like a damn fool, looking down at him, bumbling over words and looking way too cute.

“What?” he asks exasperatedly.

“Hey, Soren?” I lean down, moving my mouth close to his but not pressing my lips against his yet.

“Yeah?” I feel his breath on my lips.

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