Page 29 of Iron

Something in my chest cracks open, tender and furious all at once, and I have to consciously unclench my jaw before I speak.

“I never want to hurt you,” I growl softly. I want to find this college guy and pound him into the ground. “Ever. If we ever do ‘that’, you’ll be more than ready. Thank you for telling me.”

“I wanted to. I planned to. I just.” He swallows hard. “I didn’t want you to think I couldn’t handle this. Couldn’t handle you.”

Damn. So much to unwrap there.

“TJ.” I kiss him, pressing my lips to his firmly, nibbling a little, deliberately going back to safety.

“There is nothing you need to handle. Not for me. Or to prove anything.” I pepper kisses on his lips, and he starts to return them.

“We go as slow as you need.” I nibble along his jaw. “We stop whenever you need. Or I need.”

A kiss below his ear that makes him shiver.

“That’s just how this works. If it’s going to work right.”

His eyes are shining when he finally looks back at me, something raw and grateful and a little disbelieving all at once.

“Ok if I kiss you?” I ask.

He nods emphatically, and I press a kiss to his lips. He opens for me, and I kiss him deep and slow.

He shifts in my arms, his lips exploring my chest, soft at first, then a nibble. I roll onto my back to give him free rein, pulling him on top of me as I roll.

“Take control, baby,” I say gently. “Show me what feels good.”

He licks across my pecs, teasing my nipples as I did his, and I can’t help but groan. His tongue is soft, searing heat on my skin. He nuzzles between the muscles, breathing deep in the cleft. He pushes one of my arms up over my head, snuffling the soft hair damp with the sweat of my desire. Fuck, that’s oddly arousing, like he’s absorbing my smell, pulling it into himself.

He squirms on top of me and I feel his stiff cock against my hip, still hard, still throbbing.

“Anything I can do for you?” I ask, kissing his bare shoulder. “Lots of options, if you want.”

He actually laughs.

“I say something funny?” I grumble into his neck, mockingly biting, and I feel his cock jump against me.

“You don’t want to just shove your cock in my mouth.” He says it as a statement, not a question.

I cough. “While that thought is very,” I graze my teeth over his jaw and he shivers, “very appealing, I was thinking more about yours in my mouth.”

His chin tilts up to give me more skin, and he hums, or maybe mewls. “You’d do that?”

His question lands much harder than he can know. Has no one ever wanted to do this for him?

“I have fantasized about doing exactly that,” I say finally.

He swallows, then nods quickly, like he has to do it fast before I change my mind.

I push him onto his back, then kiss my way down his shoulder again, softer now, slower, watching his face carefully. I scoot down a little, keeping my body next to his, unthreatening.

“Take yourself out?” I murmur against his collarbone.

He fumbles a bit with the button and zipper, then spreads his jeans and shimmies them down, pressing his hand against his shaft over his boxer briefs. They are black and tight, and I must make a hum of approval, and pink crawls up his torso. I lick over a nipple and he gasps.

“Ok?” I ask, looking up into his blown out eyes.

He nods quickly, his breath coming faster. I kiss his abs, tracing a tongue over the ridges. I don’t go as far as his waistband, just the top, near his ribs. Safe area. Small kisses. Mouth only.