Page 53 of Lucky Haven

He stays very erect, and I can’t stop looking at it.

“I want to see it,” I blurt out.

He blinks his eyes open. “My cock?”

“Yes.”

He clears his throat. “That’s skipping a lot of steps.”

“So?”

Slowly, he pushes himself up, but he doesn’t pull away.

“Generally speaking, I would want to make you feel good before making my dick the centre of attention.”

“You do make me feel good, all the time. Cuddling is really nice, and the kisses are amazing.”

“Haven, I’m talking about pleasure.” I hate how soft and gentle his voice gets when he thinks I’m too innocent for a conversation. “Unless, of course, you literally just want to look at it, which is fine in theory, but he’s gonna get so big I’m not gonna be able to put him away again. Which makes me just as bad as the hypothetical guy who tells you he needs help, after all.”

I stare down his body. The bulge is now in the shadow beneath him, but I can’t imagine it growing further. “It gets bigger?”

“If you keep staring at it, that’s a guarantee.”

I might actually spontaneously combust.

Maybe he’s right to be gentle with me.

Except I’m not a child. I’m almost thirty years old, and I’ve never seen an aroused cock in person.

“I want to re-negotiate the terms of our arrangement.” I swallow hard and lift my gaze back to his face, where his eyes have gone dark and hooded.

He doesn’t blink. “What are you thinking?”

“I want you to teach me about sex. I’m tired of you thinking you might shock me. Or, maybe you will shock me, but it’s not going to be bad. It might be a good kind of shock.”

“Shock and awe,” he says dryly.

“Exactly. You might delight me.”

“That might make things complicated.”

I shake my head. “Not if we know going in that this is just…”

He waits.

He’s going to make me say every part of this request, in explicit detail. I take a deep breath. “This is just two friends helping each other out. Not out of obligation, but willingly. Mutually beneficial, right? I get a sex lesson, and you get some relief.”

He sits back on the couch, his legs spread wide, his face tipping up to the ceiling for a second before he rolls his head and stares at me. “You want sex lessons?”

“Yes, please.”

“Fuck. Don’t say things like that.”

“Like what?”

“Yes, please. All sweet like that. That’s…a man would sell his soul for polite requests to see his cock. That’s your first sex lesson.”

“That’s not the kind of lesson I was thinking of⁠—”