turned his head into the pillow, cheeks still pink.
“What?” I asked. “Don’t like being called that?”
“Dante,” Heath said in a small, strained voice that made it clear that he very much did like it.
“You are, though,” I said. “Gorgeous.”
“Am not,” he argued weakly. “Too skinny.”
“Don’t be ridiculous.” I leaned down and dropped a kiss at the hollow of his throat, and then another at his clavicle, and another on his sternum. “Who told you that?”
“A lot of people,” Heath admitted. His heart pounded under my lips.
“Those people were blind,” I said. I kissed him on the lips again, a deep, searching thing, and he opened easily for it. He was so sweet and pliant beneath me—I wanted him to feel exactly how beautiful he was.
“Come on,” Heath said. He dropped a hand to my shoulder and tugged at my shirt. “Off.”
“Hm.” I captured his hand in mine and put it back over his head. “Just for that, I don’t think I will.”
I punctuated it with a smile and a kiss so that he’d know he wasn’t “in trouble”—Heath seemed shocked, a little affronted, but he didn’t argue. He just nodded like he was beginning to understand the rules of the game.
I ran the palm of my hand gently down, from the waistband of his jeans to his crotch, across the hard line of his cock there. The contact made Heath gasp and arch into my touch—it sent a bolt of desire down my spine, too. He was so deliciously responsive, and knowing I was the first one to touch him like this made me want to be the only one to touch him like this. But I shoved that thought away.
It was way too early to be thinking like that. Plus—tonight was about showing Heath what this dynamic might look like between us. So far, we fit together perfectly, like puzzle pieces. But I didn’t need to get more ahead of myself than that.
I popped the button on his jeans and slid the zipper down slowly. Heath gasped into the kiss and arched toward my hand—I grabbed his hip and pinned him hard to the mattress. “Stop squirming.”
Heath stilled immediately.
“Good.” I rewarded him by tugging his jeans down over his narrow hips. He blushed deeper but didn’t shy away from my hands or my gaze.
Then I leaned back so I was kneeling over him, my legs bracketing his bare thighs. I took a moment and just looked at him, drinking in the flush in his cheeks, his blond hair splayed across my bedspread, his pretty pale skin goosebumped in the air-conditioned room. He was only wearing a tight pair of light blue briefs, a lovely contrast to the flush in his pale skin.
The hard line of his cock was clearly visible against the thin fabric, staining it dark where it was steadily leaking precum in anticipation. For as much as I wanted to see him squirm in desire, I was sick of waiting. I palmed the line of his cock hard—my hand was big enough to cover it entirely.
“Oh,” Heath gasped, and the wet spot increased as his cock jerked and drooled hot and sticky through the fabric and against my skin.
“Feels good?” I asked, though I knew the answer.
“Yes,” he sighed in response.
“Yes what?” I increased the pressure on his cock and skated my hand up and down gently.
Heath's eyes flew open. His pupils were dilated, and his mouth dropped open when he met my gaze. I raised my eyebrows, and then squeezed the base of his cock hard, like a prompting.
The muscles in his abdomen clenched. His tongue darted out from behind his teeth and wet his lower lip.
“Yes, sir,” Heath said in a low, tentative voice. “Feels—so good, sir.”
His voice sent desire like a spike through me, hot and shocking from my nape to my balls. I lay down on top of him then, with one hand shoved between us to rub at his hard little cock and my other forearm on the mattress beside his head. I kissed him again, messily, fucking my tongue deep into his mouth.
“Good boy,” I said into the kiss.
Heath moaned, and his shoulders shifted, but he kept his hands where they were.
“You gonna keep being good for me?” I asked. I took my hand off his cock and slipped my finger under the waistband of his briefs, then snapped the elastic hard against his skin.
He gasped and tried to arch up beneath me, but the weight of my body kept him