Page 8 of Up All Night

“I can.” My voice was so husky I barely recognized it. Strangely, letting Denver stay in charge made me way more confident in my abilities. He knew what he wanted. He’d take exactly what he needed, but the gentleness in his approving smile reassured me he wouldn’t claim more than I could give. Denver was stern and commanding without an ounce of cruelness, a combination that settled any of my remaining nervousness.

I gave myself over to his cock, living for each forward thrust, protesting every retreat with little moans and stronger suction until Denver was also groaning and breathing fast.

“Fuck. How am I this close?” The wonder in Denver’s voice had me doubling down. More suction. More surrender. I leaned into his hand on my shoulder, letting him direct me how he wished. With his other hand, he let go of his cock to stroke my jaw. A small gesture that got a huge reaction from my own cock, which throbbed harder.

Without his hand to guide his cock, Denver was able to thrust more freely, and surprisingly, my gag reflex was nowhere to be found. I melted into the tub, losing all sense of time, surrounded by warm water and a hotter man, reduced to nothing more than vibrating nerve endings.

“You want it?” Denver’s voice took on a more urgent note. “Want to swallow?”

“Swallow.” I couldn’t answer fast enough. No way had I come this far not to finish the job. Nice of him to give me a choice, but I wanted to get right back to that melty, brain-numbing space where I didn’t have to think. “Please.”

“Good choice.” Denver went faster now, with deeper thrusts, but somehow, I kept up with him, relaxing my body and finding that place of surrender again. “Fuck, you’re amazing.” My breathing synced with his right down to the little hitches as he got closer. I was close too, the shower washing away what felt like a near-constant pulse of precome, more with every moan of Denver’s. “Can’t believe you’re letting me…God. God.Keep sucking.”

I sucked hard, harder than I knew was possible, as he came down my throat with a shout that echoed off the bathroom tile. As I swallowed the salty, slightly bitter load, he thrust in shallow motions, drawing out his pleasure in an erotic display that had my abs and thighs tensing, a white-hot rush racing through me.

I shuddered along with Denver, scarcely aware I was climaxing as well until another harsh wave hit me as he pulled back. My come hit the shower curtain and side of the tub. Yup. All those questions I’d had were answered with unmistakable clarity. I loved this. My body loved this. My knees and jaw ached, and my dick was spent, and still, I’d do it again right that moment if he asked. Between the lack of sleep and the absolute soul-snatching pleasure of the orgasm, I could do little more than chuckle helplessly between gasps.

“Fuck. That was fast.” Denver offered me a hand up, eyes widening as his gaze swept over the streaks of my come clinging to the shower curtain along the side of the tub. “You came untouched?”

“Um. Yeah.” Damn, my Irish skin. I was likely glowing pink at that point.

“Damn.” He whistled as I clambered to my feet. “Guess it had been a long time for you too, huh?”

“Try ever.” I was still dazed and more than a little wobbly, or I might have thought twice about the admission.

Denver blinked, then blinked again, voice going from impressed to downright horrified. “You’re a virgin?”

ChapterFour

Denver

I hadn’t lied to Sean. It had been years since I’d made a habit of hookups. Sure, I could be impulsive, but these days, I limited my questionable decision-making to a few times a year. Rarely customers, but something about the ginger firefighter had made me break that rule. And speaking of rules, one of the ones I clung tightest too was no virgins. No more curiosity-driven fucks turned into aching hearts. Nope. Been there, done that, got the T-shirt collection. Never again.

Sean’s sheepish expression answered for him, even before he hedged. “Virgin is a rather broad term.”

“Uh-huh.” Playtime over, I flipped off the shower and hopped out of the tub to grab two towels. I handed one to Sean. “But that doesn’t answer my question. That was your first time? Like, first time giving head? First time…ever? With anyone?”

Part of the attraction of the dude had been his mature age. He’d seemed settled, the sort of solidly responsible, no-drama dude who knew what he wanted. Sure, he’d seemed out of the hookup game, but so was I. When he’d needed the ride, the opportunity seemed to be knocking, with no need for a stupid app or a night at the bar. And he had to be over forty, a rarity on apps and at bars. But a virgin?Fuck me.And not in the good way.

“You don’t have to sound so horrified.” Sean dried off. He had the palest skin with acres of freckles. Not the most body hair, but what he had was red like his head. Intriguing, like the rest of him, and while I bore responsibility for inviting him in, his hotness wreaked havoc on my good judgment. Hell, even the way he bristled under my questioning was hot. “First time with a man if you need specifics.”

“I do.” I groaned. Why did I always seem to attract the curious-but-closeted crowd? Why? I scrubbed at my damp stomach with the towel. “I told you. I’m not a cheater. And that includes people cheating themselves. I’m not interested in being a walk on the wild side for closeted straight guys.”

“I’m not…” Sean looked down as he shook his towel out like it might have more answers than he did. “I mean…it’s complicated.”

I’d heard that a time or twenty, but something in his expression gave me pause, the vulnerable cast to his eyes or maybe the way his pink tongue darted out to lick at his lower lip. I gentled my voice. “Want to explain?”

“So you can judge me harder?” He gave me the pointed look I surely deserved. He didn’t know my history.

“Sorry.” I moved behind him to lay a hand on his bare shoulder. “I came off harsher than intended there. Partly because I’ve been burned before. And partly because I was shocked. You let me fuck your face like a veteran porn star.”

“Uh. Thanks.” Sean made a choking sound that turned into a laugh of sorts. His shoulder was warm under my hand, and I took my sweet time moving away. Turning his head, he offered me an impish smile that played off his pink cheeks. “And I’ve watched enough porn. Maybe that’s why I was good at it.”

I guffawed loudly at that. “If porn watching could make people better at sex, there would be a lot less bad sex in this world.”

“True.” Sean shrugged. “Maybe the fact I liked it so much counted for something?”

“Definitely.” I couldn’t help but smile at the memory of how damn amazing that orgasm had been. Top ten of all time, for sure, but I wasn’t liking the awkward afterglow nearly as much. “But if you liked it so much, why wait until you were…what? Forty-one?”