My hand slides down his chest to his flat stomach, then lower until I reach the top of his boxer briefs. I’m curious, but not brave enough to go past the fabric.
“You wanna feel me?” he murmurs against my lips.
I shouldn’t, but I nod.
He reaches down to grab my hand. My chest feels thick and tight. I hate the feeling, but I like it, too. With his big hand around mine, he guides my palm down until I’m cupping his hard-on through the fabric.
I can’t believe this is happening.
My fingers curl around him, and he groans. My gaze shoots to his face. It definitely seems like he liked it, so I caress him a little more.
It’s addictive, not just the feel of him in my hand, but the sight of the taut muscles in his neck as I touch him.
I’m doing that to him.
I want to do it more.
This time as I stroke his dick through the fabric, I tilt my head and kiss his neck. I kiss right where the tension is, trying to absorb it from him. His fingers rake through my hair as I make love to his neck.
“That’s good, baby. I like that,” he says. “Now, reach inside. I want to feel your hand on my skin.”
I want that, too. I’m still a little nervous, but emboldened by the response I’ve already gotten. I want to make him feel good.
My hand slides beneath the fabric, my palm caressing his warm skin. I curl my fingers around his cock and look up at him, watching his eyes close as I touch him.
I love this.
He kisses me hard on the mouth as I feel my way around his cock, then he drops his head and kisses lower, across my clavicle and my chest. He stops to squeeze and caress my boob, flattening his palm against it and catching the nipple between his fingers. A noise slips out of me as he squeezes the taut peak, then lets go and slides his hand down between my legs.
My sleep shorts fit loose and he pushes right past my panties. I gasp, arching off the bed, as his finger presses into me.
“Relax,” he says, pushing his finger deeper.
He pushes so deep it starts to hurt. I squirm, trying to get him to stop without verbalizing it.
His gaze drifts back to mine. “You’re a virgin, aren’t you?”
I nod, my face flushed.
“Sh, it’s okay,” he murmurs, kissing my forehead, then my brow. His lips drift lower and he kisses my face all over, making me smile until I hear the words he murmurs. “I’m gonna hurt you.”
My smile drops and so does my stomach. I look up at him, unable to keep a glint of fear out of my eyes. “What?”
“Because you’re a virgin,” he specifies. “Not on purpose.”
“Oh.” My heart flutters. He says it like it’s a foregone conclusion that we’re going to do this, and I guess… I mean, I do want him, but I haven’t even had time to think about this. I didn’t even invite him to come over tonight. I was trying to go to sleep.
He doesn’t give me time to consider, either.
He withdraws his hand and sits back on his legs, dragging my sleep shorts and panties off me.
I’m shy about him seeing me completely naked, so as he’s turning to toss them off the bed, I climb under the covers.
He’s amused when he realizes what I’ve done. “Are you hiding from me?” he teases.
I bite down on my bottom lip, bunching up the soft blanket in my hand and covering myself with it.
He shakes his head, then drags off his own underwear and tosses them.
Chase Darington is completely naked in my bed.
His muscles flex, emphasizing his physical perfection as he moves the covers aside and climbs under them with me. Mercifully, he pulls them back over us once he’s settled between my thighs.
“You okay?” he asks, watching me carefully.
I nod, my heart still hammering. “I just wasn’t expecting this tonight.”
“Is that why you’re hiding from me?”
“I’m not hiding from you, I just…” The mean comments about the picture resurface, creating doubt where he had wiped it away the night I took that picture.
Worse, the pictures I saw of Anae on her social media account play across my mind. Maybe I haven’t seen her naked, but I’ve seen her in a bikini. I know she’s completely perfect, and she’s the one he’s used to seeing naked.
Nobody would make mean comments about her butt.
He slides a stray strand of hair off my face and asks, “Seriously, what is it?”
I feel like such an idiot saying it, but… “That haiku.”
He frowns.
“It’s so stupid. I know it’s stupid. Who cares what some random internet troll says about my butt.”
His face freezes like he can’t believe what he just heard. “Are you kidding me?” His hand slides up my thigh and cups my butt. “This ass? This perfect ass?”