Page 70 of Stick Around
“I’ve never had a boyfriend.”
He stiffened. “Fine, partners? Sex friends? Random hookups in dark, dingy club bathrooms?”
I almost laughed. “Yeah, no. That’s…that wouldn’t be a thing, even if I had been into dudes before you, but?—”
“Before me.”
“Did you…not know?”
He pulled back, and I wanted to scream because what the fuck was happening? I had just been about to be fucked to sleep, which sounded delicious. My stomach was full, and my stress had eased up a little. So why was he freaking out now?
“Sorry I’m not the perfect bisexual, but?—”
He relaxed a fraction. “You’re bi?”
“Yes? Fuck, don’t tell me you’re one of those assholes who think bi isn’t a thing.”
With a laugh, he shook his head against me, burying his face in my neck again. His tongue darted out, and he licked a warm, wet stripe to my ear before biting down on the lobe. It sent pleasure racing through me, making my dick jump in my pants.
“No, Sparky. Nothing like that. I was just afraid for a second that I’d pushed you into something you didn’t want.” He paused, then asked, “Is this your first time with a man?”
“Well, not my first time. You and I have done this before.”
He huffed a breath that ghosted over my face. “That’s not what I mean. Am I your?—”
“Yes,” I said, cutting him off. “You’re my first guy.” My hands flew up, grabbing him by the waist because he sounded genuinely upset. “Look, I might not have fully realized I was into guys until you pinned me against the lockers, but there are no regrets here. Even when you pissed me the fuck off, I wanted to touch butts.”
He groaned and sank his teeth into my tendon. “Fuck. Okay. So what would you like me to do?”
“We could try the fucking thing.”
“That might be a lot for you.”
“Yeah, I know. I’ve had your dick in my hand. But I think…” I hesitated, but I felt raw and ripped open. Why not finish being honest? “I think I need it. Christ, Alexio. I feel like I’m falling apart, and the only time I’ve been able to keep myself together is on the ice and in your arms. I know you don’t like me, but I would really,reallyenjoy taking your cock up the ass.”
He went stiff, and then he gripped me by the chin. Shit. Was he going to kiss me now?
He turned my head and sucked a mark under my jaw as his fingers trailed lower and got my pants around the curve of my ass—just enough to get my dick out. “Do you have lube?” he murmured against my feverish skin.
I shook my head. “No. Fuck, I haven’t been with anyone in a while, and I don’t really use it when I jerk off, so…”
“No condoms?”
Why didn’t I ever plan ahead? Fuck’s sake!
“Sorry.”
He sighed but then started kissing down my neck. “It’s okay. This will be good too. I’m still gonna wear you out, and you’re going to sleep.”
I had no idea what that meant, but it became obvious a second later when he rolled me onto my stomach and pulled my shirt up over my back, my pants down around my ankles, then used his knee to knock my legs apart.
“Fuck, you are gorgeous,” he murmured.
I lifted my head up. “Alexio?—”
“No. Head down. Eyes closed.”
I snorted. “You know I can’t see with these, right?”
