Page 19 of Up All Night

“God. Fucking. Damn.” I whistled as I offered Sean a hand up. “That was spectacular.”

“Yeah, it was.” He smiled wide enough to power a stadium with the wattage before wiping his mouth.

“Still cocky.” I shook my head in pretend disappointment.

“Yep.” He didn’t even give me the grace of fake chuckling.

“Let’s see what we can do about that.” I spun him in the direction of my bed and pointed. “On the bed.”

ChapterTen

Sean

I’d never wanted to be anywhere as much as I wanted to be in Denver’s bed. The blowjob had only made me hungrier for him and everything he offered. I loved being on my knees for him with a ferocity I’d never expected. I’d known I’d like the sex, but it was the freedom of giving him control that I had a bottomless hunger for.

“Strip.” He made a little go-ahead gesture as I approached the bed. I didn’t know the first thing about sexy striptease moves and had zero patience for learning, so I wrenched off my clothes with no finesse but lots of speed before launching myself onto the bed.

“You’re something.” Denver shook his head, but there was a fondness in his tone that made my muscles warm and loose. I’d always felt the need to rein myself in with Maxine, save my most authentic goofy moments. With Denver, there was no need to pretend or hold myself in check. Not only did I trust him to push back against whatever I dished out, but he seemed to enjoy all of me.

“Coming?” I waggled my eyebrows at him before patting the bed. Denver removed his pants with deliberate slowness before ambling over to the bed. His cock still glistened with traces of my spit, and that, combined with the rest of his naked appeal, had me throbbing that much more.

“You’re not coming any time soon.” He grinned, a wicked promise that transformed his whole face, brown eyes gaining golden specks, mouth wide and generous, chiseled jaw and nose softening, and little lines emerging around his eyes and mouth.

“Whoa.” I didn’t have to fake my appreciation. “You do smile sometimes.”

“I smile lots.” He offered me a cheesy smile more suited to a slithery salesperson before stretching out next to me.

“Not nearly enough.” I was already making lists of things I could try to earn more genuine Denver grins.

“Says you.” He rolled his eyes even as he gathered me close, inhaling deeply with his face in my hair. The intimacy of the gesture surprised me, given how hard I’d had to work to sell him on the idea of a repeat. But I liked it. A lot. I stretched into the contact, which had the desired result of him holding me that much tighter and nuzzling my neck. “Tell me what’s on your list.”

“My list?” My voice came out raspy and more than a little confused. Throat well-used, I was pleasantly buzzed on his nearness and the earlier sex.

“All the sex you want to try.” Denver gave me a patient look. “I’m sure you’ve got quite the list.”

Oh. Right. When I’d brought up the idea of a repeat, I’d had some vague notion of Denver giving me sex lessons, but now that I was actually here in his bed, a curriculum was the last thing on my mind. I wanted experience. No note-taking allowed.

“It’s a pretty short list.” I sounded more self-conscious than I liked, but it was the truth. “I like sucking you. I’d like anything that includes more kissing. I think I’d like getting fucked. But what I really like is the whole not thinking and you giving me orders thing. I make a million tiny decisions a day, many of them with big consequences. Not thinking…that’s a gift.”

“I like being able to give you that.” A thoughtful expression crossed Denver’s face, a different softness than the grin but equally appealing. “I can work with being in charge, but you gotta speak up if you don’t like something.”

“What if I like everything?” I grinned precisely to earn his stern stare and head shake. “Seriously, though, I’ll tell you if something’s not working for me.”

“Good.” His smile turned more purposeful, almost scary in its intensity. “And I like everything on your shortlist. You think you’d like getting fucked? Have you played around on your own with penetration?”

“Um. Some.” My cheeks heated. Funny how I could be naked with the dude and still be embarrassed to discuss jerking off. “Not a ton, but when I watch porn or fantasize, I’m almost always the one getting fucked. I want to try.”

“Fair enough. And we’ll get there, but you gotta trust me to set the pace.”

I made a face because his speed was likely snail-holding-up-traffic slow. Nevertheless, I nodded. “I trust you.”

“Good.” Denver sat up to loom over me. “Hands up. Touch the bedframe.”

The old-fashioned metal headboard was perfect for grabbing, and as soon as I wrapped my hands around the bars, a sense of total relief washed over me. I was safe here, and Denver was fully in charge. I didn’t have to think. Didn’t need to plan or anticipate. All I needed to do was hold on.

He started by dancing his fingers down my jaw and neck, across my collarbones, and over my sternum. I shivered, trying not to moan from the light contact.

“Ticklish?”