Secret Admirer - D.J. Jamison Page 0,47

it wet for me?”

His voice shook a little, and the pleasure in it was satisfying. Following his instructions, I licked him up and down, let saliva pool in my mouth and then drip onto the head of his cock. By the time I sucked the spongy head into my mouth, he had his hands buried in my hair, small grunts and gasps replacing words.

Opening up wider, I took him deeper, but it was trickier than it looked in porn. Getting the rhythm in sync with my breathing was challenging, and every time his cock blocked my windpipe, I felt claustrophobic. Frustrated, I eased back, sucking the tip while stroking him with my hand. He didn’t seem to mind. Every time I looked up, his eyes were either closed in pleasure or locked on me, intensely focused on my every move.

Ace pulled back from me, urging me back up to the bed. I didn’t have time to wonder if I’d messed up. He took my mouth in a filthy kiss, plunging his tongue deep, and pushed up my shirt. We fumbled together, stripping me of my clothes.

I was self-conscious, given how perfect Ace’s body was, but I was too caught up in our heat to worry.

When I was naked beneath him, heart racing as I wondered how far we should take this and whether I was ready, he raised up on one arm. He was in a plank position over my body, the tip of his cock kissing mine in teasing sparks of sensation. “I think we should talk before this goes any further.”

“W-what?”

“I don’t want to make too many assumptions. I think this is your first time?”

Feeling oddly defensive, I muttered, “It’s your first time too. With a guy. Right?”

Ace kissed my cheek. “It is, and I want to make sure we’re not going too fast. For either of us.”

That was fair. Ace had said he’d been curious. Maybe he wouldn’t even enjoy being with a guy. Maybe I’d only gotten my hopes up to crash and burn.

Ace

Benji was in his head again, thinking too much, possibly writing this off as a mistake. So I kissed him again and again until he was back with me. Maybe talking wasn’t the answer with him. He seemed to already have so many words running through his brain at all times. I didn’t want to push any of his boundaries, but I could read his body, read his expressions.

When Benji was sufficiently distracted by my kisses, I reached for the lube on my bedside table. Benji’s eyes tracked my movements and he tensed. I glanced down at him. “This okay?”

He bit his bottom lip, his eyes darting back to my bedside table. That’s when I realized he was focused on the massive bowl of condoms. “Do you, um, go through a lot of those?” he asked.

“No!”

I said it a bit too emphatically, and he looked startled. Clearing my throat, softening my voice, I added, “No, it’s been a while. Those are mostly there for parties. We put them out so people stay safe.”

“Oh.”

I met his eyes, holding his gaze. “This is special. You are special.”

His body melted beneath mine, and he released a long breath. “Sorry.”

“Don’t apologize. Ask me anything you want.” I pumped a little lube onto my hand and after only a moment of hesitation, took hold of his cock. It was slimmer than mine, the skin a bit softer, but then Benji was soft as fuck everywhere.

There’s a fucking cock in my hand, I thought, a sense of vertigo tilting my reality. This is it. I’m really, truly bi. No more maybes. No more curious. I’m touching a cock, and I like it.

“Ace?” Benji asked, sounding uncertain. I realized I’d gone still and quiet as I processed my first up-close experience with a cock that wasn’t my own. The last thing I wanted to do was make Benji any more nervous about this than he already was.

Pushing my awe and wonder aside for the moment, I focused on him, stroking his cock in smooth glides.

“You’ve got a nice cock,” I murmured, feeling a little odd saying it, but it was true. Everything about Benji was nice.

His eyes fluttered closed and he arched, pushing into my hand. “That’s it. Feels good, huh?”

“Yeah.”

“You’re the only one I want to be with,” I said, continuing to give him the only assurances I could. “I want you, Benji.”

“Want you too.”

After a few strokes, Benji wrapped his fingers around me. Together, we found our way