Page 96 of His Choice

I shrugged. “They never had to face the sex part of it. It was as if I was a gay man who lived a celibate life and never created controversy.”

He chuckled. “What do you mean, it was as if?”

“Fuck you,” I replied, though I laughed.

“Quit being a pretender. I know you’re a bottom at heart,” he teased.

I bit my lip to contemplate. “I would like that…with you.” He beamed. “And for you, I’ll refrain from topping, but it’s a sacrifice. Your ass is amazing.”

“I knew you had my ass etched on your brain. Forgettable—bah! And I never said I wouldn’t consider bottoming for you. Some day.”

“You…what?” I sputtered.

“Text your parents. I’m going to get something from my bedroom.”

I assumed from the conversation that he was going to retrieve lubricant and condoms. I would have hoped for more making out before diving right in, but I wasn’t complaining either.

I texted an explanation to my parents. As soon as I hit send, Aaron returned with a notebook in his hand. “Sit. I want to show you something.”

I was curious, but followed his instructions. Like he had done so many times before, he pushed his ass onto the chair, expecting me to lean into the side of the furniture to make room.

“What’s that? A sex instruction manual?” It was a laughable question from me, considering how many women he’d been with.

He ignored the sarcasm. “Not quite. It’s a list I’ve been keeping of the things I want to do with you if we ever got our freak on.”

“Seriously?”

Aaron nodded. “Yeah. I figured if the day ever came, which I didn’t think it would after you met Cliff, I wanted to be able to remember every scenario that had gotten me hard.” He glanced over at me. “There are a couple of pages of notes.”

My mouth opened. “And I’m a closet slut?”

He quirked his head like he was confused. “Yes, and I’m a regular slut. I thought we established that.”

I grabbed the notebook from him and began to review his list. “Mutual masturbation. I guess we did that already.”

“Not really,” he disagreed. “We didn’t jack each other off.”

I gulped, my dick starting to plump again. “Um, fingering me?”

Aaron grinned. “Yeah. Wouldn’t you want to try that before I stick my cock in you?”

I blushed. “Jesus. Here I was worried back at the mansion that maybe you’d be afraid of sex with me when the time actually came. I had this fear you were just jealous of Cliff and to win, you’d subject yourself to the most vanilla stuff with me.”

Aaron frowned at that. “Mikey, I’m not selfish like that. If I wasn’t attracted to you, I wouldn’t have deprived you of something with Cliff Walker.”

“He didn’t choose me anyway,” I reminded him.

Aaron wrapped an arm over my shoulders. “Maybe because he saw early on that I wasn’t faking it with you.” He smirked. “And he probably figured that if I told you how I really felt, it was game over for him.”

I didn’t point out how unsure Aaron had seemed when he’d asked me to choose him over Cliff, or how relieved and surprised he seemed to be when I did. I never wanted him to question that he was my first choice.

“I suppose he did,” I appeased. “I mean, he probably could tell how I felt about you early on. It seemed obvious to everyone but you.”

Aaron didn’t wallow in romanticism. “Let’s get your pants off.”

He reached for my zipper, but I brushed his hand away. “Wait. I’m reading your list.” I glanced back at the notebook. “Oh my, God. Eat my ass? You’re ready for that?”

“Ready? I’ve eaten plenty, and I’m good at it. It drives girls crazy… Maybe because it’s so forbidden. I’ve thought about doing it with you lots. I’m sure your hole is super cute. Then you can do it to me.”