I’m not even freaking out about what comes next. Iwantto have sex with Wes. I’m going to take my time with him, turn him inside out, until he begs for it. I wonder if he’ll let me eat him out. I fucking love rimming, but it might be too much, too soon. And there’s time to explore and discover what turns him on. To get lost in each other.
Wes returns, smiling widely. “All done. Ready to go?”
“Ready.”
So fucking ready.
Chapter 19
Wes
JustbecauseI’meagerfor this doesn’t mean I’m not a little nervous. Nervous that I’ll make a mess, that it’ll be bad for Jett, or that it’ll hurt too much. Honestly, I never thought I’d be bottoming for anyone, but something told me Jett would prefer it this way, so I just volunteered. I hope I get to be inside him, too. I absolutely look forward to that day. Still, I wasn’t lying when I said I wanted it all.
As much as I want to jump Jett’s bones, I need to clean up a bit. Thanks to Sabrina, my ex, I know how to prep for anal sex. It takes the spontaneity out of it, and Jett and I are almost always spontaneous, but it’s a crucial step I don’t want to skip.
I leave the bathroom, having douched and showered, to find Jett lying in my bed naked, looking like a god. He’s scrolling through his phone, so I lean in the doorway to watch him for a moment.
His dusky skin is so smooth, glowing almost. His muscles are accentuated at all times because he’s a damn rock. Nextto him, on the side table, sits a small bottle of lube and an unopened condom.
My heart races a little, and my stomach dips. Not only for this moment, but watching him candidly, wondering how, of all people, I ended up with a man. And not just any man, but my idol. Although it stopped being about that a while ago, it still blows my fucking mind.
I’m ready for this. So ready to be with someone for real. Hopefully. If that’s what he wants. Yeah, we’re boyfriends, but I see a future with him. I see myself like Dennis and Mike. I really want what they have.
Jett catches me watching him and smiles. I cough at the thought of getting caught and walk into my bedroom.
“Hey,” he says, scanning my body up and down. He sets his phone aside and rubs his hands on the sheets.
“Ready for me?” I ask.
“Yeah, so ready.”
“Nervous?”
“A little, honestly.”
I huff a laugh and amble his way. “Same.”
I sit on the edge of the bed, prop myself up on one hand, and lean down to give him a peck. “Why are you nervous?” I ask.
“It’s… been a long fucking time, Wes.”
“How long are we talking?”
Jett glances away, staring out the window that’s sprinkled with drops after some rain blew in. He rubs his hands on the sheets again, still not looking at me. “Years? Too long.”
I drag my fingers across his cheek to get his attention. He looks at me with wide eyes. “Hey, we don’t have to do this. I may tease a lot about sex and shit, but no pressure, babe.”
“No, I want to. I just want to make sure I don’t fuck it up somehow.”
“Meh, if either of us does, we can always try again. It’s not the end of the world.” I’m telling him that as much as I’m telling myself. My fingers trail down his throat and chest as a smirk curls on my mouth. “And I definitely want to be inside you at some point… if you’re game, that is.”
“Definitely. I’m vers.”
I lean down again and nip at his bottom lip, my hand traveling between his legs until I’m cupping his dick. I fist his length and pepper his face with kisses.
Jett reaches for the back of my head and pulls me down for a heated kiss. I close my eyes, savoring the feel of his soft lips against mine and his cock swelling underneath my palm. It’s been only a few weeks with him, and I’m back to being infatuated, but for very different reasons.
He sits up and flips me onto my back. “I want to try something.”
