This guy wants the Kit who talks and laughs and flirts back. The Kit who’s present. And I’m curious if I would want him back. If my dick would get hard for a man outside the kink.
I’m so fucking curious.
I’ve never looked at a guy and thoughtI wanna date himor whatever. But even after all the dicks I’ve had, I can’t help but wonder what it would be like to actually hook up with a guy. Like, a real hookup. Where I’m not offline. Where I’m not just a toy.
What would it be like to fuck a guy?
What would it be like tokissone?
Matt’s thumb traces the inside of my wrist, right over my pulse point. He can probably feel how fast my heart’s beating.
“So,” he says, “you here with anyone?”
“Roommates.” I tilt my head toward the chaos. “Somewhere.”
“Is that guy one of them? He’s been watching you all night.”
I follow his gaze. Reid’s by the window, smoking a cigarette. Our eyes meet, and I have a weird little feeling of my heart dropping into my stomach.
“Yeah,” I say, looking back at Matt. “He does that.”
“Is he your boyfriend?”
I snort. “No.”
No boyfriend. No dating my straight roommates who just like to fuck me.
“Good.”
“Good,” I agree.
“You always come to these parties?”
“When I want to have fun,” I say. “You?”
“Not really. I just live two houses down.” He traces his index finger along my arm, scratching a little with a short nail. “Convenient.”
“Very.”
I hear myself say it, and notice the tone of it. The easy flirtatious thing I do without thinking.He catches it too. His eyes drop to my mouth for a second, then back up. His hand slides up my arm, giving my bicep a squeeze.
“You’re trouble, huh?” He steps forward again, closing the gap. His thigh presses against mine. His cologne’s everywhere now—woody and sharp, filling my lungs.
I swallow. The heat in my gut is definitely flaring up now, and there’s a heavy pulse under my skin. I don’t try to hide the fact that I’m interested. What’s even the point when the guy’s literally feeling me up already?
“Takes one to know one,” I say.
That earns a laugh. His other hand comes to rest on my waist. His thumb hooks into the belt loop of my jeans.
“Yeah?” He grins. “You think that?”
“I’m pretty sure of it.”
He presses his thigh up against my crotch, and I can feel his dick. I rock forward, let him feel me. My dick slides against his thigh through both our jeans, and I don’t fucking care who sees.
“Top or bottom?” he asks. His lips brush my jaw.
I tilt my head, giving him a clear line to my neck while I think about it. He doesn’t take it, just breathes against my skin.
