“I thought so, too. Then the light was peeking through the curtains. You outta here?” He watches me as I sit up and scoot to the edge of the bed.
“Yeah.”
“You know…” The sheet falls to his waist as he sits up against the headboard, highlighting the bulge between his legs. “Including today, I’ve only woken up next to someone twice, and so far, neither time has resulted in sex. I was under the impression that’s one of the perks of sleeping in the same bed.”
“Not when I’ve got a food delivery at nine.” I ignore the hum of electricity he ignites between my legs.
“We can be quick.”
“Not that quick.”
“What if we just rub our dicks together then? I still wanna try that.”
I freeze before I can push myself off the bed, casting him a curious look over my shoulder. “You want totrythat?”
“What?” He lifts an awkward shoulder. “It sounds hot.”
“It is. You haven’t done that before?”
“You know I haven’t.” His brows pull together like he’s trying to hold back what he really wants to say. What that could be I have no idea.
“How would I know you’ve never frotted?”
He rolls his eyes, giving up the effort to be polite. “Because I told you.”
“You told me you’d never sucked another man’s cock. That you sucked mine because you got acraving.”
“Yeah, and?” He runs a frustrated hand through his hair.
“Are you saying you’ve never been with a man before until…” I can’t get the rest of the words out.
“Until you? Yeah, that’s what I told you the other night.”
“You didn’t use those exact words.”
“Was I supposed to?”
“It would’ve been helpful,” I grit with more calm than I feel.
“Why?”
“Why?” I repeat. “Cause I didn’t want to be anyone’s first.” I pop off the bed and start pacing, not giving a shit that it puts my dick on display. “That means something to people.”
“Whoa, I didn’t say I was a virgin.” He holds his hand up like a stop sign.
“Virgin, baby bi, call it what you want but most guys don’t just arbitrarily decide to fuck other guys. It’s something they’ve been thinking about for a while before acting on it, ergo it has meaning.We—” I draw an imaginary line between us “—aren’t supposed to have meaning.”
“Okay A, I did arbitrarily decide to fuck you since I think you’re sexy as fuck—you’re welcome. And B, with chemistry like ours there was always gonna be meaning. Not soulmate meaning but… some type of connection. I don’t see what gender has to do with it.”
“I…” I can’t even argue with him since that’s how I approach sex, although that’s not something I just recently discovered.
“And C,” he continues, “it feels a lot like you’re judging me again when you don’t know me that well.”
Damn him for being sexyandsmart.
“You’re right.” I face him even though my eyes are shut, too ashamed to look at him. “I assumed being your first would somehow make me more important and I shouldn’t have done that.”
“Well,” he drawls, and I open my eyes to find him wearing a guilty smile. “I’m not gonna lie and say it isn’t a big deal that I’m suddenly into a guy when I never have been before. But I’m also not gonna read too much into the fact my dick really likes your ass. And your mouth. Also, my best friend is bi, so I’m not freaking out that I might be. I just want to enjoy discovering all the different ways we can make each other feel good. So, come over again tonight?”
