Page 18 of Room 1212
“Well,” I said slowly, reaching for the hem of my tank top and drawing it up and off, “getting naked seems like a good place to start.”
His eyes trailed down my body, and I had to fight not to cover myself under his intense scrutiny. I wasn’t normally someone who could be described as shy, but I was suddenly reconsidering that. I didn’t have as much time to work out as I’d like, and my job was essentially sitting all day, so I hated to imagine what he saw, but he didn’t seem disappointed. In fact, he looked ravenous.
When he took off his shirt, though, my jaw dropped.Damn. “Drew, I can’t…” I wasn’t entirely sure what I’d been meaning to say, because my thoughts were derailed when he unbuckled his pants and let them fall to the floor. He wasn’t wearing any underwear, and his thick cock bounced against his thigh. My mouth flooded with saliva. How was I supposed to create realistic characters when I was measuring them against this Adonis?!
I blocked all my errant thoughts and second-guessing, focusing instead on getting my pants off as quickly as possible. I fumbled with my belt, my fingers clumsy. My heartrate picked up. Was I really doing this? “It’s been a while,” I said, repeating my earlier statement. “I honestly don’t know… what I…”
“Hey, it’s okay,” Drew said, approaching me and moving my hands away from my pants. He took over unbuckling, then popped the button, lowering the zipper. “I may have been exaggerating when I said I’d had a ton of sex.” He smirked, and it helped put me at ease.
“Okay,” I said, my breath shaky.
“Since this is mostly forresearch,” he said, chuckling, “I think it’s best if you guide me. Tell me what feels good, what doesn’t. If you’re curious about different positions, just say so.”
“Okay,” I said again, nodding. I heard him, but I was more focused on what he was doing with his hands. Once my pants were undone, he hooked his thumbs into the waistband of my boxers and pushed all the fabric over my hips, letting it drop around my ankles. My body broke out in goosebumps. It wasn’t cold in here, but every brush of his body against mine set me tingling.
“Is it okay if we move to the bedroom?” he asked.
I nodded wordlessly. Where had the bold man I’d been gone? The problem was that I lived inside a fantasy land of my own construction. It was so easy when I could manipulate the characters with a few keystrokes. This was wild and unpredictable, outside of my control. This felt too real all of a sudden.
“Do you want to stop?” he asked, but I really, really didn’t. My whole body was on fire.
“I don’t think I’ve ever wanted anything more than I want you right this instant,” I said bluntly. I couldn’t tear my eyes away from the way his muscles moved as he led me down the short hallway to his bedroom. His back was broad and defined, and his torso tapered down to a narrow waist and the cutest ass of all time. He had a dimple in each cheek, and I wanted to lick them.
I barely noticed the bedroom’s décor. None of it mattered in this moment. Drew came to a stop at the foot of the bed, but I kept moving on autopilot. All I knew was that I wanted to touch him… so I did. I placed both palms flat on his chest, his skin warm against mine. “Is this okay?” I asked, moving lower, over his abs, tracing the curves of his muscles.
“Yes,” he whispered. When I stopped just shy of his cock, though, he groaned in frustration. “Please, Jordan, touch me.”
I wrapped a hand firmly around his girth, loving the silky-smooth feel of his skin. He was impossibly hard, and I used my thumb to drag the drip of precum down his shaft. I felt the lightest touch of his hands along my back, tentative, hesitant to move too fast. When I gave his cock a pump, though, he gripped me by the hips, his fingers digging into my flesh.
“Fuck, Jordan. This is the worst idea ever. How am I supposed to let you go after this?”
I wasn’t sure how to answer that, but then he kissed me, cutting off any reply. He was gentle with me at first, as he moved his lips against mine, but as he coaxed my mouth open, I knew I would give him anything he wanted. This wasn’t like the previous partners I’d had. In the past, the alphas had all flipped me over and just rutted into me. This was slow, sensual… erotic.
Drew slid his fingers into my crack, teasing at my entrance. I arched my hips, trying to get more. When he slipped the tip of his finger inside me, even that felt tight. Gods, how the hell was I supposed to take his entire cock? I was already panting. He probed deeper with his finger, swirling it around to help loosen me up, and I moaned into his mouth. When he added a second finger, I nearly blew my load right then and there.
I hadn’t stopped stroking his length, and I couldn’t help myself, the pace increased the more worked up I got. Drew groaned and pried my hand away. “Keep that up and I’m going to be a sorry example for your characters.”
“If we’re comparing ourselves to my characters, we should already be on round two by now,” I sassed. “Maybe even three.”
He pulled back to look at me. “Is that a challenge?” he asked, raising an eyebrow.
“What if it is? What are you going to do about it?”
I had no time to register what he was about to do. I yelped as he bent down and hooked his arms under my knees and hoisted me up, launching me back onto the mattress. I flew through the air and landed on my back in the middle of the bed, just a moment before Drew lowered himself over me, kissing me once more. I could feel his dick sliding through my slick, too far from where I truly wanted him. Just a little further…
He was nudging at my entrance when he groaned and pulled away, chuckling darkly. “And here I was saying it wasn’t realistic to forget the basics.” He rolled to the side and opened a drawer, pulling out an unopened box of condoms. “Always pays to be prepared.”
Drew tore open the foil packet with his teeth, then sheathed the condom over his cock.
When he came back to me, he hesitated, holding himself above me on his forearms. “How do you want to do it? What position would be best?”
“Just like this is perfect,” I told him honestly. I was too embarrassed to admit I’d never had sex face to face before. This felt more intimate, personal, than getting taken from behind. When he eased the thick head of his cock into me, I gasped at the sensation, but I didn’t look away. We maintained eye contact as he stretched me wider, wider still.
When he was fully seated inside me, he paused, staring down into my eyes. I reached up and caressed his cheek. This wasn’t anything like what I was expecting. He kissed me, but it felt different this time. Like he was fully immersed in me, like I was more than just some random fuck. It felt like a romance novel, instead of the centerfold of a smutty magazine.
In my books, there was always this massive sex marathon right around chapter ten, where they sated themselves over and over, but the truth of the matter was that neither of us were going to last long. It had been way too long, and this felt way too good.
“Jordan, I-I need you not to move,” Drew grunted, closing his eyes and gritting his teeth. This was nearly impossible. With his cock in my ass, my balls clenched tight, all I wanted was for him to pound into me hard, but I did what I could to obey his request. I gripped the sheets in my fists and curled my toes, willing myself to stay still.