Page 8 of Rescuing the Writer

He took a slow bite, holding eye contact and licking his lips afterward. The gesture shot straight to my cock. He tilted his head, his eyes sparkling. “If you only recently came out, you probably don’t have much experience yet.”

“No.”

“With men, I mean.”

I could lie, but why would I? “Not much with women either. I’ve known I was attracted to men since I was fifteen. Just took me a while to accept it.”

I took a big gulp of my water, but the cool liquid did nothing to soothe the warmth spreading across my chest.

“Must’ve been lonely,” he observed, not unkindly.

“Lonely and confusing, but it made me into who I am. And now, I want to move forward, you know? Find something real.”

He chuckled lowly as he swirled the wine in his glass. “Something real? Sex is about as real as it gets, if you ask me.”

I was out of my depth here, but I refused to back down. “I’ll have to take your word for it.”

“I love sex.”

He was baiting me. I didn’t understand why, but I recognized the quiet challenge behind his words, as if he dared me to change the topic. “Yeah? What do you love about it?”

His eyes lit up in surprise. “Everything. It’s dirty and messy, it scratches a need, and it’s more relaxing and stress-relieving than anything else I’ve tried.”

“I go for a run or do a workout.”

He wiggled his eyebrows. “Oh, if you do it right, sex is quite the workout.”

I snorted. “Walked right into that one.”

“You sure did.” Then he leaned forward, and I instinctively held my breath. He was about to drop a bomb on me. I knew it. “Would you like to get some sexual experience?”

“What?” I practically squeaked.

“Experience. With sex. With another man.”

“W-why?”

“‘Cause I’m offering.”

I nearly dropped the glass I was holding. Was he serious? “Is that a joke?”

“I’m dead serious. If you wanna know what it’s like with a guy, I’m happy to help.”

My mind went blank, empty, like the static on an old TV without a signal.

“Take a breath there, Deputy.”

I sucked in air.

“Maybe another one?”

Not a bad suggestion, and finally, my lungs expanded again the way they were supposed to. “You’re offering me sex?”

“I am.”

“Why?”

He flashed a mischievous grin. “Because you’re seriously hot? It’s not like it would be a sacrifice on my end, you know? And I have plenty to teach you about how to pleasure a man.” Then he took me in slowly with a heat in his gaze that made me feel as if I were naked. “Though with your thoroughness and attention to detail, I have no doubt you’ll excel at it.”