Somebody to Love (Tyler Jamison #1) - April Wilson Page 0,70
twenty percent,” I say, and the canned light fixtures in the ceiling come on, bathing the room in a faint glow of warm light.
“This is it,” I tell Tyler as he surveys the room.
There’s not much to look at—just a king-sized bed with a gray upholstered headboard, a couple of nightstands with lamps. The bed is covered with a gray comforter and a mound of coordinating pillows. Across from the bed is a 65-inch television with a kick-ass sound system that would give any movie theater a run for its money.
“This is where the magic happens,” I say, winking as I nod at the bed.
He smiles, but I can tell he’s a little on edge.
For the first time, I allow myself to get a good look at Tyler’s body. He’s a freaking work of art, broad-shouldered, his chest, arm, and shoulder muscles well-defined. His thighs are muscular as well, his legs long and lean. But it’s his cock that draws my undivided attention. He’s built perfectly, his shaft long and thick, still semi-hard even after coming just moments ago. He has good stamina.
I take his clothes from him and lay them over the back of a chair, along with mine. Then I nod toward the private bath. “Shower?”
He nods and follows me into the bathroom, his gaze surveying the spacious room. I head straight for the walk-in shower and turn on the water.
“Towels are in there,” I tell him, pointing at a freestanding cupboard.
He grabs us each a towel, laying them on the bench right outside the shower. I take his hand and pull him into the shower with me, drawing him beneath the pulsating spray of hot water.
His gaze meets mine for a long moment, and then he glances away, pretending to be interested in the glass shelf that holds an array of body wash.
“Are you okay?” I ask him, suddenly afraid we might be moving too fast.
He turns back to me. “I’m fine.”
“You don’t seem fine.”
He smiles. “I guess I’m still reeling from what happened downstairs. I wasn’t expecting that.”
“Why? You don’t think foreplay should be mind-blowing?”
Tyler ducks his head beneath the water, pushing it back to wet it, and I can’t stop staring at the sight of him. Damn.
“That’s not been my experience before tonight,” he says.
“Why did you sleep with women if you didn’t enjoy it?”
“I kept hoping that would somehow change… that suddenly it would start to feel good. Feel right. But it never did.”
I squirt some body wash into my hands and work up a lather before laying them on his chest. “Have you ever thought about having sex with a man? Thought about what it would be like?”
He eyes me warily as he nods. “Yes. Recently.”
“Just recently?” I grin. “And? What did you think?”
He sighs. “I’ll admit, the idea scares me.”
“Why?”
He stands perfectly still, letting me wash his chest and shoulders. I slide my soapy hands down his muscular arms to his thick wrists, and finally to his hands.
He shrugs. “I don’t know what to expect.”
“I’m sure you have questions. We can talk about those tonight.”
He nods. “I suppose most guys figure these things out in their teens.”
“Not necessarily. You’re not the only middle-aged, closeted gay who’s just now figuring out which team he should be playing on.”
Tyler laughs. “No one’s ever called me middle-aged before.”
“It’s true. You are.” I turn him and wash his back, admiring the lines of his musculature. My hands slide down to his waist, to his hips, but when he tenses, I go no farther. “You look pretty damn good for a middle-aged guy. I’ll give you that.”
Tyler turns back to face me and reaches for the body wash, but I hold it out of his reach. “Not so fast. I’m just getting to the good parts.” And then I proceed to wash his abs, his hips, and thighs. Even flaccid, his cock hangs low and long. I remember full well the size of him when he’s erect—not just his length, but his girth as well—and the knowledge blows my mind more than a little bit. I’ve never taken a cock his size before.
I guess I’m getting ahead of myself, though. I don’t even know if that’s something he wants. I hope he’ll want to have anal sex, when he feels ready, but not all guys do. And then there’s the question of whether he wants to top or bottom. I can go either way, but to be honest, I prefer to bottom. I relish the idea of