Total pages in book: 85
Estimated words: 82543 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 413(@200wpm)___ 330(@250wpm)___ 275(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 82543 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 413(@200wpm)___ 330(@250wpm)___ 275(@300wpm)
I gently push Peyton down on my bed. He’s still fully clothed, so I tell him to undress while I get supplies.
The sound of him shuffling around to scramble out of his clothes follows me to the bathroom, where I close the door and turn on the light.
I need a silent pep talk in the mirror to get me to open the drawer where I keep some extra lube and condoms. I could’ve gone for my stash in my bedside table, but I need the break to get under control.
Peyton Miller, the idealized image of the guy I hooked up with in high school, is currently on my bed. Naked. The man who has shaped my life in ways he couldn’t even know from just one night of awkward teenage sex.
Now I want to give him as good an experience as he gave me back then. I want to awaken him from the inside out and draw all of those unexplored feelings to the surface.
What it’s like to be with a man.
What it’s like to taste a man.
I want to give it all to him, every opportunity.
But it’s a lot of pressure, and it would be difficult to take if I fail at enlightening him. Logically, I know it would be because he’s settling a curiosity, and maybe he’s not as bisexual as he thought, but I don’t want him to be disappointed by this experience or walk away even more confused.
I can do this.
I had sex with countless guys in Boston—making up for lost time and all that. I know how to go out there and push every button Peyton has.
And if this does all go to shit, at least I will have this. A do-over with the guy who gave me my own awakening.
So far, I’m doing a great job of making it less awkward. We’re both naked but in separate rooms.
I don’t think this is what people mean when they say they’re into edging.
Okay, enough overthinking. I’m doing this.
I grab the supplies, even if I’m not sure we’ll need them. This might not go that far. Then again, it might. So to prevent me from doing more analyzing that I don’t need to, I take them both.
When I open the door, Peyton is sitting on the edge of the bed, completely naked, leaning back on his hands and putting his insanely fit body on display.
The light from the bathroom creates shadows and hard lines on each and every one of his muscles.
When my gaze meets his eyes, he smiles hesitantly.
“You going to stand there all night? I was beginning to think you got lost in there.”
“I was just …” I almost say preparing myself, but in this context, that will give the wrong impression.
“Second thoughts?”
“No. I know I want to do this, but it’s a lot of pressure. To make it good for you.”
Relief washes over his face. “And here I am worried about you enjoying this. I’m like a virgin again.”
“That’s oddly reassuring.”
“Can you please come over here and touch me?” The pleading is what gets me.
I give in immediately. “Well, I did promise you could ask for anything you want.” I move to stand in front of him, keeping the bathroom light on so I can see every inch of his naked skin and commit it to memory.
“I want to touch you too,” Peyton murmurs.
I run my fingers through his short blond hair. “Touch me anywhere you want.”
He starts off slow and hesitant, trailing his fingers over my pec. I’m nowhere as defined in the muscle department, but he doesn’t seem to mind.
He moves his hand lower, across my abs, and then the softest brush against the head of my dick sends electricity shooting down my spine.
Peyton’s pink tongue darts out to wet his lips. He’s so close his breath hits my cock, and I swear he’s going to lean in and put his mouth on me, but then he glances up through thick lashes, more hesitance in his eyes, and I decide to take things into my own hands.
He did say he wanted me to take the lead. It’s something I like doing, but in this instance, I’m worried about going too fast for him. Too far.
I could drop to my knees and show him what to do, or I could guide him and encourage him. It’s a tough call because I want to do both those things, but the thought of not getting his lips on me keeps me standing.
I still have hold of his hair, so I grip tighter. “Do you want a taste?” I use my free hand to stroke myself.
Peyton glances at my cock and nods.
I step closer and rub the head over his lips. “Lick the tip.”
Tension leaves him, his shoulders relaxing as he leans forward. It’s as if he was waiting for direction or permission because now that he has it, he doesn’t hold back.