Total pages in book: 101
Estimated words: 93713 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 469(@200wpm)___ 375(@250wpm)___ 312(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 93713 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 469(@200wpm)___ 375(@250wpm)___ 312(@300wpm)
“Wow.” I kissed the top of his head. “That might be the most words I’ve heard you string together at once.”
“Sorry.”
“No, no, it’s awesome. Hot as fuck, knowing you’ve been thinking about me fucking you. And I’m not the most sure either as to the logistics—”
“You’ve never?” Avery shifted like he was a few seconds from bolting off the bed, so I tightened my grip, loving how that made him sigh and settle back down so I could answer.
“Dude. I’m barely a couple of clicks above virgin, thanks to my limited dating history. My college girl wanted to save penetration for marriage. And Lacey and I managed to occasionally have sex, despite all the long-distance, but the subject of anal never came up.”
“So you’re not into it?” Avery was back to tracing circles on the comforter.
“I didn’t say that. At all.” Using my thumb to tilt his head up, I gave him a swift, hard kiss and then bit his earlobe lightly. “I tend to get interested in whatever turns you on, but if you’re asking, yeah, I’ve thought about fucking you some. And I think we can solve the scary issue.”
I reached for my phone, already clicking the icon for the web browser.
“What are you doing?” Avery squawked like I might be calling 911 for backup.
“Chill.” I rested a hand on his thigh. “I’m searching how to have anal without pain. I bet there’s all kinds of advice guides on the internet. And that is your main question, right?”
“Yeah, but you just typed the word anal on your phone. Without opening a secret browser window?” He gaped at me.
“It’s the twenty-first century, Avery. Yes, on my phone. I’m the only one who ever uses it, and I’m a fully grown adult. If I want to search out butt-sex tips, I will.”
“Okay, okay. I’m the prude. I know no one cares, but I still haven’t gotten over high school fears of someone seeing my browsing history.” He peered down at my phone. “And what do you know? There’s actual blogs and articles on having anal. By doctors even.”
“You do know we’re not the first two dudes to research this, right?” I nudged him with my forearm while continuing to click around on my phone.
“Yeah, yeah. Oh. Wow. Does that link head to gay porn?” His eyes got bigger, and I laughed harder.
“Yep. Pay attention to our research, and maybe we can click that later. The guys in porn sure seem able to do it pain-free—”
“You’ve clicked guy-on-guy porn before?”
“Avery.” I gave him another stern stare. “My phone. My rules. I’ve thought more about guy-on-guy action recently, so I clicked some porn the other night, waiting for you to come back from checking locks. I was looking for oral pointers but ended up seeing an anal scene. Try not to faint on me, but I didn’t immediately click away.”
“Ha-ha. And you don’t need oral pointers.” He fluttered his eyes, clearly angling for a laugh, a BJ, or possibly both. “But feel free to practice on me.”
Both. Definitely both. I laughed harder than I should have with a stomach full of Greek food.
“Later. Let’s look at one of the legit how-to articles first.” I selected one of the most promising blog links, written by a doctor married to a sex therapist, with handy little tips in infographics.
“Huh.” Avery was leaning so far over to see my phone that only my arm around him kept him from face-planting. “Okay, so, apparently, prep is a thing.”
“Yep.” After settling him back upright, I grabbed a notepad from the nightstand.
“Now what are you doing?” Avery looked at the pen in my hand like it might be an explosive device.
“Making a shopping list. I’ve got a notes app but clicking back and forth is a pain.”
“We’re going shopping?” Avery managed to make lube and condoms and other necessary stuff sound like a run for hard drugs.
“Hey, shopping worked out great for us last time.” I gave him a heated look before glancing at the dresser. His gaze followed mine. Yeah, he liked our shopping plenty. “And we’ll do a drug store pickup order. I saw one of the national chains by the main drag in the town with the Greek place. I want more of that hummus anyway.”
“Practical.” Avery bounced around until I got him pinned next to me again. He gave me a fast kiss on the neck. “If you need food anyway…”
“Yep.” I could already tell there was no way I was dragging Avery down the condom and lube aisle. “But you have to tell me you actually want this, baby. Not go along with it to get more bread and dolmas.”
“I want it.” His breath did a sexy little hitch as he idly palmed his groin. Subtle Avery was not. I had to kiss his head again before returning to my list.