Obviously, I wasn’t the only one who was feeling this. Uriah had my shirt unbuttoned and had shoved it out of his way. He leaned forward and found my mouth again, kissing me hard, then backing off a bit. His soft lips were hot, searing, and I couldn’t help but feel the desire we both had catch fire. I groaned into his mouth, and then gasped.
The cheeky bastard had tweaked my nipples.
“Jesus, Uriah…”
“I need you to promise that if anything hurts at all, you tell me to stop… Tell me if anything is uncomfortable.”
“Well, there is something…”
He leaned up. “What? How can I help?”
“Get my cock out of my pants before it chokes and dies in there.” I grinned.
The smirk took over his face, and his slipped his glasses off, tossing them on the nightstand. I loved those glasses on him, but seeing his eyes free of the rims was something I hoped I could keep to myself. He had the most gorgeous eyes, and thick, dark lashes that set off the blue that stared at me.
Leaning down, he started nibbling at my ear, and then down my neck and licked along my collarbone. He swirled his tongue around each nipple and bit at them lightly, causing me to gasp and arch up just a little bit.
Uriah loved to use his tongue on me, tracing the light lines of my abs as he slowly worked his way down my body. I watched, fascinated. This was really happening, this was really real.
I had a boyfriend.
My mind, and my heart, loved the idea. Loved that it was Uriah. Everything inside me cheered that I was finally free and happy andme. Completely and authentically me.
His fingers had my pants unfastened and off me in just a few seconds. “Take the stupid shirt off, Austin,” he said, doing the same as he directed for himself.
“Bossy,” I teased.
“You’re going to find that I’m a very bossy bottom,” he said.
I must have given some signal off, because he stopped and rested his chin on my hip, staring up at me. “What? What did I say?”
Pursing my lips and licking them, I managed to swallow my fear. “I’ve…never done this before. I don’t know if I’m a top or a bottom. I guess I’m top, but—”
Uriah rose from his place on the bed and pulled off the rest of his clothes in a flash. Parting my legs, he pointed to the gift basket. “Gimme. Lube, now.”
I turned enough to grab anything out of the basket and hand it down to him. He snagged it and smiled. “Watermelon. Jackasses. I’ll bet there’s not one normal bottle of lube in there.”
“We should probably watch out for a bottle of gag flavor, like jalapeño.”
“You are so right,” he said, laughing and opening the bottle’s safety wrapper. “So, you’re serious that you’ve never done this before?”
I shook my head. “Not once. I never had the opportunity. Too little time in the few flash hookups I’ve had. I honestly don’t even know—”
“I prefer to bottom,” Uriah said. “But you totally get to experience everything with me. For now, we’ll stick with this. I can’t believe you’re completely untouched…”
Turning bright red, I coughed. “I mean, I played with myself once in a while.”
He poured a generous dollop of lube on his fingers and grinned at me. “Oh, honey. You’re about to be educated on just how good the back door feels when you jiggle the handle the right way.”
“Did you just compare my anus to a door?”
“Mmm, more like a gateway, to unnamable pleasures.”
I didn’t have time for a comeback. He slid his finger down from the back of my balls and right over the entrance. I yelped at the sensation. The lube was slightly cool and very silky, and it fired up every nerve ending I had.
He danced his finger over me a few times, and leaned down to give my cock a quick suck. While he was distracting me with his tongue on my crown, his finger slipped in to the second knuckle.
With a pop, he let go of my dick. “Aren’t we eager.” He smiled.
