Total pages in book: 68
Estimated words: 64354 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 322(@200wpm)___ 257(@250wpm)___ 215(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 64354 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 322(@200wpm)___ 257(@250wpm)___ 215(@300wpm)
“I’m nervous.”
“Can I help put you at ease?”
“You already are. This hug is doing wonders.”
When I finally let go of him, he took my hand and said, “Let’s go upstairs and have a cocktail. The view from my suite is remarkable.”
Once we were alone on the elevator and headed for the top floor, I turned to him and blurted, “I really want you to fuck me, but not tonight.” That was so painfully awkward that I made myself cringe. But I thought it needed to be said right up front, since we were on our way to his hotel room.
A grin curled the corner of his full lips. “Noted, although I wasn’t bringing you upstairs to seduce you. I just thought it would be a nice, quiet place to have a drink and talk.”
His corner suite turned out to be huge, and the view really was amazing. The walls were almost entirely made of glass, and beyond them was a jaw-dropping panorama of San Francisco’s skyline at sunset.
While he made us some drinks, I sat down on a long, indigo blue couch facing the windows and concentrated on taking deep breaths. Two minutes later, Tory took a seat beside me and handed me a martini. He said, “Cheers,” as he clinked his glass to mine.
I barely tasted the drink as I tossed it back. Then I stammered, “I’ve never been with a man before. I think I might have told you that already, but I’m so nervous right now that I can barely remember my own name. And by ‘been with,’ I don’t just mean I’ve never had sex with a man. I’ve also never kissed one, or dated one, or… anything.”
I snuck a glance at him. He was waiting patiently for me to continue, so I said, “I’m afraid I’ll embarrass myself, or make things so awkward that you’ll regret ever having met me.”
“I could never regret meeting you, Armando.”
“You say that now.” I fidgeted with my empty glass and admitted, “I have no idea how two men even know if they’re… compatible. What happens if two tops try to be together, or two bottoms? How would that work?” I knew I sounded painfully naïve, but this really was something I’d wondered about.
“Well, as for me, I’m only comfortable as a top. But if I were to go out with someone who didn’t want to bottom, there would be all kinds of things we could do that didn’t involve penetration.” He said that without the slightest hint of a smirk. It was reassuring that he was taking this seriously.
“I really want to bottom. But like I said in the elevator, not tonight.”
“You’re calling the shots, Armando. Since all of this is new to you, I’ll follow your lead. And if all we do tonight is talk and enjoy a meal together, that’s perfectly fine with me.”
“I don’t just want to talk.” I set aside my glass and slid closer to him. “I want…”
“Tell me.” His voice was soft. Almost a whisper.
I slid even closer, so our legs were touching. He set aside his glass too, and waited to see what I’d do. I ran a shaking hand over his shoulder, and he brushed my hair out of my eyes. Being this close to him was intoxicating. Traces of his cologne mingled with his own clean scent, drawing me in.
My breathing sounded rough and loud to me, and my heart was racing. The moment slowed, stretching out. It felt like I was on a roller coaster that had climbed to its highest point and was teetering there, right before it plunged down its steepest slope.
I whispered, “I want you to kiss me,” and we tumbled over the edge.
Tory tilted my head up with a fingertip under my chin, and his lips met mine. It was gentle and undemanding, but it lit a fire in me. I grabbed onto him and deepened the kiss. After all those years—a lifetime of waiting, and wanting, and wondering—now I felt like this couldn’t happen fast enough.
It seemed like he was getting as turned on as I was, and that boosted my confidence. When he tilted his head to kiss my neck, I mumbled, “I want…”
“Tell me, Arie.” The nickname made me happy.
I sat up a bit, so I could look in his eyes. “I want to feel your skin against mine, and I really want to suck your cock. But I’ve never done that before, so I’ll probably be terrible at it.”
He smiled at me as he took off his glasses and placed them on an end table. “There’s no such thing as a terrible blow job.”
“I’m sure you’re wrong about that.”
“Don’t overthink it. Just have fun.”
I asked, “Out of curiosity, can you still see me without your glasses?”
“You’re literally all I see. Everything more than two or three feet away is blurry, but you’re perfectly in focus.”