Page 32 of Burn the Script

“Hey.” Graham materialized from the shadows like a graceful specter with a comforting smile. He pried my fidgeting hands apart and held them to his chest. “Do you trust me?”

“I wouldn’t be here if I didn’t.” My grip on his fingers tightened, and a nervous laugh crawled up my throat. “If you haven’t noticed, I have trouble relaxing when it comes to sex. It takes me a minute to get out of my head.”

“I’ve noticed.” His tone held no judgment as he let go of my hands and stepped away. Instead of calling me high-maintenance and ending the night early, he smiled and kicked off his shoes. “All I want to do is explore each other.” He pulled his shirt over his head and threw it aside. “Name your limits, and I’ll do the same.” His jeans fells to the floor before he stepped out of them. “Nothing is firmly on the table but me.”

Invisible flames licked at my already heated face as I stared at his slab of abs. “I’m open to a lot of things.”

“Me too. Just tell me how want me. I’m very bendy.”

Another nervous chuckle escaped me. He pinched my chin, directing my focus to his eyes a second before his lips demolished my reluctance with a lazy kiss. A patient kiss that deepened when his tongue delved into my mouth, sweeping away the last of my worries.

For months, Graham had allowed me to set the pace. He hadn’t pushed or shown signs of annoyance. It’s like he could hear the doubtful, little voice in my head questioning whether a partner felt genuine affection toward me—if he respected me. In my bones, I knew Graham was different. He desired me, maybe even loved me, and my body responded the way it had since our first kiss. It surrendered.

When his lips and tongue retreated, I chased them. Again, he smiled, pleased with himself.

“Are we still getting naked?” he asked.

I cleared my throat and nodded. “Yes.”

“Perfect. Now sit.”

My butt hit the mattress. I clamped my hands between my knees while Graham slid his underwear down his legs. The grand finale of his strip show ended with him draped in nothing but carnal promises and white socks.

Stroking his cock, he asked, “You want it?”

I licked my suddenly dry lips. “You know I do.”

“Then come and claim it…after you get undressed.”

My hot-as-fuck boyfriend, made of svelte lines and lean muscle, taunted me with his pretty dick. Thoughts of my body’s poor comparison crept in. I shoved them aside. Love handles and a soft belly weren’t going to stop me from seizing the moment.

Button by button, I opened my shirt. Goosebumps covered my chest and arms as I peeled it off. My shoes and pants were next to go, and only my pink briefs remained.

Graham fell to his knees and groaned, running his palms up my thighs. “You’re killing me with how sexy you are.”

I’d never been called sexy. The firm denial on my tongue fizzled to nothing when he buried his nose in my crotch and inhaled. While he nuzzled my thickening cock and kneaded my ass, I twisted his black duvet between my fingers.

“I want tonight to be good for you,” he said.

“Good? Is that the bar you’ve set?”

“Amazing. Spectacular.” His thumbs teased the edges of my underwear. “Your move.”

Courage rushed through my veins. Embracing it, I wriggled out of my briefs and straightened my shoulders, sitting tall. His eyes took a meandering journey starting at my knees and trailing up my thighs and torso. Each lingering, appreciative look boosted my confidence and the blood flow to my cock.

“Beautiful.” His reverent whisper skated down my spine as he stood and aimed his dick at my mouth. “It’s all yours. Don’t hold back.”

I gripped his shaft and kicked off a sloppy worship service that would make the worst devil repent. The taste of salt was delicious. His sweet musk, divine. I sucked on the tip while holding the weight of his heavy balls in my hand.

Graham brushed a thumb along the side of my neck in rhythmic encouragement. “Look at me, darling.”

I looked up, swirled my tongue around the crown, and widened my jaw, taking every inch of him. His breath hitched, and he froze with a hand on my head. Not a forceful hand but a protective one, like he intended to keep us both safe.

When I flexed my throat, he’s the one who choked. “F-fuck, Miguel. That’s enough.”

My eyes watered as I pulled back and gulped air into my lungs. A ribbon of saliva hung from my lips to his cock, but before I could gloat while it dangled, he wiped away all the proof of my badass deep-throating skills.

“You’ve been keeping secrets. Now it’s my turn.” He jerked his chin at the headboard. “Get comfortable. You’ll be here for a while.”