Page 36 of Born to Scar

“I’ve never done this before,” I whisper.

His harsh breath turns into a chuckle. “Me neither.”

That surprises me. But it excites me even more, knowing he hasn’t. That we are each other’s firsts. There are no weird, inferior feelings in this new experience. We are on level ground together. And I get to have him in a way no one else has. I grind my hips and groan.

“Really?” I ask.

He shakes his head. My hand grazes the waistband of his sweats before lowering to palm him over them. He moans, pushing back on me. My fingers feather over his abs and into his boxers, gripping him.

He sucks in a sharp breath. “Fuck.”

I jerk my wrist. I’ve never held another man’s dick before. The thought floods me with need. I want to know what makes him feel good. How he likes to be touched. I want to touch every part of him. Engrave myself so deeply into him that he'll never get me out. I want to know how he tastes. His skin. His cum. He groans, moving his hand behind him, rubbing me over my slacks. I push forward into his palm.

He spins, crashing his lips into mine. Our tongues dance, teeth clashing. He pushes his hips into mine, our erections sliding against each other through our pants, as we moan into each other. He pops the button of my pants and unzips them, pulling me out.

He strokes me, dropping to his knees. His tongue darts out over my slit, and he hums, taking me further into his mouth. I stare down at him, my heart pounding so hard I think it might fall out of my chest. For someone who has never done this…this is so fucking good.

I groan, thrusting my hips. He gags, but it makes him work faster. “Fuck, sorry,” I whisper. He chuckles around me as his mouth fucks me until I start to tense, and he pulls off.

“Not yet,” he whispers breathlessly, standing, pulling a drawer open. He pulls out a bottle of lube.

“What a weird fucking place for that.”

He laughs, pressing back into my chest. “I have these stashed everywhere. You never know when you’ll need it.”

He grips me, forcing a grunt from my lips and my cock to pulse in his hand. The fire in his eyes is burning through me. It’s the same expression he has when he looks at Indy.

I pull him by the nape of his neck to meet my lips. He drops his sweats and boxers, pressing his body close into mine. Never breaking the kiss, he opens the bottle, pouring the lube into his hand. He grips both of our cocks, pumping us together.

My body tenses, and he stops. Why am I tensing now? My dick was just in his mouth. I almost came from a dude sucking me off.

“Do you need me to stop?” he whispers on my lips, our chests pressed so close I can feel his hammering heartbeat.

“Don’t you fucking dare.”

He smiles on my lips and kisses down my neck, jerking us. “Pink is our safe word,” he murmurs into my neck.

“Safe word?”

“If you don’t like something or want this to end, use it.”

I moan, the electricity in my lower back is tingling. I’m so close again.

“Do you have one with Indy?”

“She picked it,” he says into the crook of my neck, his breath rippling over my skin. I drop my head back, my moan echoing through the kitchen. His own moan echoes after mine. “Oh god,” he cries out.

He comes, squeezing us so fucking tight in his fist, coating his hand. But those two words are what push me over the edge, too.

“Fuck,” I huff with my chest heaving against his. He kisses up my neck to my lips, lingering only a second before pulling away, turning to the sink. I want to take care of him, but he needs a minute and so do I.

His phone rings, blaring through the sound of running water and our heavy breathing.

“Go answer that,” he commands me.

“What?”

“It’s Indy, go answer it.”