I was kissing him and he was grinding against me and there was a bed and condoms and lube down the hall…
Devin broke the kiss and met my eyes. “Nervous?”
I swallowed. “I’m not being subtle about it, am I?”
“It’s okay.” He reached for my hand and laced our fingers together, that gentle contact making me forget how to breathe. “For what it’s worth, there’s no pressure.”
“That’s easy to say.”
“I mean, it though.” He held my gaze. “There’s nothing we have to do. If you’re nervous about something, we don’t have to do it.”
“What if I’m nervous about everything?”
His soft smile made my knees even weaker. “I mean, worst-case scenario, you can sit back and let me blow you.”
I blinked. “That’s… That’s the worst-case scenario?”
The smile turned to a grin, and he nodded. “Mmhmm. There really is no pressure.” He drew me closer and kissed me again. “As long as I get to watch you come again,” he purred against my lips, “I’ll be perfectly happy.”
I moaned, sliding my hands into his back pockets and pulling him flush against my hips. “Keep talking like that, you’ll see it sooner than later.”
“Then maybe we should get out of these clothes.” He paused, looking in my eyes. “If you’re, um, if you’re good with that.”
I didn’t even have to think twice. “Oh yeah. I’m good with that. Let’s, um… Let’s go…” Oh, fuck talking. I took his hand and led him down the hall to the master bedroom.
“Ooh.” Devin looked around the room as I closed the door behind us. “Now this is definitely my speed.”
“What’s that?” I put my hands on his waist from behind and kissed the side of his neck. “A bed and a bottle of lube?”
Leaning back against me, he murmured, “Exactly.”
Then he tilted his head back against my shoulder, and his hand slid up into my hair as we kissed, and he pressed his ass against my hard-on. I ran my palms up and down his sides and around to his flat stomach and chest, and holy fuck, I loved the shape of a man’s body. I gathered his shirt in my fingers, tugging it up until I could run my hands over his smooth, hot skin. Just touching him like this—touching his bare stomach while he leaned into me and we kissed over his shoulder—turned me on like whoa.
Devin twisted around in my arms, and suddenly my hands were on his bare back and he was kissing me full-on and oh, fuck, his hard-on was rubbing against mine through our pants.
But then he broke the kiss and stepped back. I had a second or two to be disappointed before I realized he was peeling off his shirt, and—good idea. I did the same, and when we came together again, his hot, bare skin was against mine, his hands were roaming all over my back and my shoulders, and I seriously hadn’t realized how sexy it would be to feel both of our hard cocks between us, even with the layers of denim separating them.
“We should really…” He mumbled between kisses. “We should really do something about these clothes.”
“Mmhmm. I know.” I kissed him again, and neither of us was getting anywhere with the clothes we still had on. Whatever. We did shuffle a few steps closer to the bed, but our pants were still on because we were too busy making out and groping to do anything about them.
Except they were getting a little uncomfortable. I had a feeling my erection would be much happier sliding against his skin than straining against my zipper.
“Damn it, I want to be naked with you,” Devin moaned. “Fuck these clothes.”
I shivered just imagining the feel of more bare skin against mine. “Y-yeah. Good idea.”
He didn’t waste any time. He got up and started unbuckling his belt. I followed suit, getting the hell out of my jeans, and briefs. Devin kicked off the rest of his clothes and joined me in bed again, but he paused to give me a long down-up look. “Whoa.”
“What?”
Eyes meeting mine, he grinned. “Let’s just say I thought you looked good with your gear on.” Easing himself down beside me, he added, “Get all that shit out of the way, and you’re fucking hot.”
He’d seen me naked before, but I didn’t point that out, especially since I’d seen him before too, and I was still staring at him. He’d been hot on the screen. In person? Oh Christ.
“Come here,” he murmured, reaching for me. I pulled