“Hell yeah. You’re hot, Leif. I’m sure you know that.”
“I mean… I guess, but that doesn’t meanyouwant to touch me.”
“I’m no different from anyone else.”
I move closer to him, leaving just a foot between us. “You’re very different fromeveryoneelse.”
I lean in closer, so our lips are just an inch away. “Is kissing okay?”
“Yes,” he breathes out, his eyes fluttering closed.
I press my lips to his without hesitation. He sucks in a breath, and I grasp his shirt, balling the fabric in my fist and tugging him closer. I pull back; the breath caught in my lungs.
“My cock is so hard,” he breathes out.
“I love how honest you are.”
“Alcohol does that to me.” His eyes open, focusing intently on me. “Do that again.”
I kiss him again, loving that he told me to do it—telling me what he wants despite being nervous. His body presses against mine, and I slide my tongue along his bottom lip, tasting beer and the slightest hint of sea salt.
“I’m going to have so much fun with you,” I whisper against his mouth before moving down to his jaw and nipping. He lets out the quietest little sound of pleasure that makes my dick pulse with need. “I need to know your limits, though.”
“Not sure I have any,” he says breathlessly.
“Anything you don’t want to do?” I ask, running my nose along his jaw, then kissing his neck.
He swallows hard. “No.”
“If I do something you don’t like, just tell me.”
He nods, his hands finally coming up to grasp my waist. Heat seeps through my shirt, burning my skin beneath.
I move to his neck, brushing my lips across his skin. His breath hitches. I kiss the spot right beneath his ear once, then twice. The third time, I open my mouth, allowing myself to taste him. His grip tightens on me, nails digging into my sides. I trail my lips downward, pulling the collar of his shirt aside to get to that sweet spot where his shoulder meets his neck. I use my tongue more. Aliko’s breathing increases. My dick gets harder, but I keep going slow, wanting to savor this—make him feel good.
This being his first time doesn’t scare me. I’m not freaking out over it like other guys might. I just want him to enjoy it. I want it to be memorable. I want him to think back on this and not feel weird or like he was taken advantage of or cheated.
I slide my hands beneath the hem of his shirt and lift only an inch or two. His hands leave me and grasp his shirt, ready to tug it over his head.
I place my hands on top of his and glance up at him. “Hold on,” I say gently. “Let me take care of you.”
“I just…”
“You’re eager.”
He nods, his chest rising and falling quickly. “That’s hot, but trust me, I’ve got this.”
His hands fall to his sides, his body loosening. But barely. He’s so on edge right now.
“What if I…” he begins but doesn’t finish. I look up at him, waiting him out. He says nothing after a few moments.
“What?” I ask. “You have to tell me what you want.”
“…come too quickly,” he blurts out.
“Are you opposed to me continuing if you do? We don’t need to stop at one.”
“Fuck,” he hisses under his breath, gaze going upwards.
