Page 217 of Becoming Us

He nodded.

“Uh, no,” I admitted, heat blooming at the back of my neck. “I’ve actually never topped a guy before. So I guess this would be a first for both of us.”

Atty blinked at me. For a full ten seconds. “Seriously?”

“Yeah. I just figured?—”

“It was easier for them,” he finished with a frown.

“And, while we’re being brutally honest… I haven’t had sex—the penetrative kind, with me doing the, uh—since before we started dating. Like, the first time.” I exhaled. “So I might be a bit rusty.”

More blinking.

I shoved the covers off us. It was getting really fucking stifling in there with all the blushing going on. Also, not that it had any business giving opinions right now, but my dick was rock-hard—just from the conversation.

Atty’s face shifted from baffled to determined. “Okay, let’s do it.”

“Do what?”

“Both of our things.”

“This conversation is so fucking eloquent,” I said, breathless with a laugh.

“You know what I mean. You do what you want to do to me, and then we both tick off our firsts together.”

Wait, what?

“So, I’m just gonna hop in the shower while you process, okay?” He kissed me quickly and slipped out of the room.

Did he just give me permission to eat him out?

And I was supposed to fuck him after?

I stared down at the tent in my sweats.

There was no way in hell I was going to last that long.

A few seconds—or maybe a couple of hours—passed before he returned, fresh from the shower, and my mind was running in circles. Were we actually doing this right now?

The towel hung low on his hips, and he looked at me with a mix of apprehension and longing.

It was the first one that did it—that look. I didn’t want him to be scared. All I’d ever wanted was for him to be happy, to feel safe and free around me. Never scared.

I took a breath and held out my hand.

He smiled—just a little—and took it, sitting down beside me. I didn’t hesitate. I climbed onto his lap and kissed him, determined to chase the nerves away.

I pressed on his shoulders, easing him down to the mattress. His eyes stayed on mine as he scooted back onto the pillows. I didn’t follow yet. I used the space he gave me to trail kisses down his body—his chest, his stomach, the sculpted line of his hips.

I nuzzled against his cock, feeling it twitch beside my cheek, then started planting kisses around it, teasing him until he was fully hard. My tongue ran along the underside while my hands skimmed over his thighs, feeling them tense under my touch.

I took him into my mouth, slowly, guided by the sound of his breaths hitching. I watched for every signal—the slight bend of his knees, the way his fingers tightened in my hair. I tried to take as much of him as I could. It made my eyes water, and I couldn’t manage more than a few deep pulls—but he still loved it.

He moaned, low and quiet.

But I knew I could make him loud.

I popped off his dick and smiled to myself. “On your front, sweetheart.”