Page 30 of Fairy Cakes in Winter

Not everyone could make stripping off bulky winter wear look sexy, but there was something so primal about the way Scott moved. He flipped on the light switch, draped his jacket over a chair, then unbuttoned his plaid shirt as he stalked toward me like a lion sizing up his next meal.

Gulp.

And now, he was mere inches away, talking about—

“I’m sorry. What did you say?” I asked, dragging my teeth over my bottom lip.

Scott smiled faintly and brushed his thumb along my jaw. “I think we’re on the same page, but I need to hear you say it. Tell me what you want, Theo.”

“I…want to see you, touch you,” I stammered.

“Here I am.” He spread his arms wide in invitation. “Touch me.”

I have no idea how long I stood there with my mouth open, but it was probably semi embarrassing. I couldn’t help it. He was a manly hunk of muscle with the lightest layer of frosting over his abs. I liked that. He was solid and real, and the way he looked at me did something to my insides.

I splayed my hand under his shirt, covering his heart as I met his gaze. Blood pounded in my ears and reverberated in my brain. I could hardly hear myself think. I skated a single digit along the middle of his chest, stalling for a beat before cupping his denim-clad cock.

“Like that?”

“Fuck,” he growled, crashing his mouth over mine.

Scott unzipped my coat and unbuttoned my shirt, slipping his fingers under the fabric. He tweaked my nipples, eliciting a needy moan.

And because I was a slightly deranged sex-starved maniac, I launched myself at him, sticking my tongue down his throat as I backed him against the nearest wall. Scott responded with gusto.

This wasn’t a sweet, exploratory kiss; it was ruthless and hungry. Like a fight to see who could devour the other first. His hands were everywhere—in my hair, on my hips. I hooked my thumbs in his belt loops and pressed myself close, humping his thigh like a ho. I loved that he was taller, bigger, and stronger than me, but I would have given anything to be chest to chest. Or better yet, dick to dick.

Scott got the message. He bent his knees till he was closer to my height and grabbed my cheeks. I groaned into his mouth when he bucked his hips, loving the delicious friction. I clutched a handful of his shirt and rubbed up on him. It was so satisfying…until it wasn’t. I needed to feel his skin on mine. Now.

I inched away slightly and finished unbuttoning his shirt while Scott undid his jeans, pushing the denim over his ass.

He caught my wrists when I snapped at the elastic on his boxer briefs.

“Don’t you want—”

“Oh, yes, I want.” He set my hand over his erection and pumped his hips suggestively. “I want you so bad it hurts. We gotta slow down, or this will be over before it begins.”

I curled my fingers around his shaft and shivered with need. I didn’t think I’d survive slow. But I had a couple of questions. “I hate to ask for specifics and potentially kill the mood here, but…what exactly are we going to begin?”

He gave a half laugh. “That’s up to you, Theo. What do you want?”

“I want to taste you. Please.”

“Do it.”

I was on my knees, nuzzling against his cotton-covered balls in a flash.

And let me just take another moment to say…this was not me. Theodore Belden did not put out on the first date. The old me didn’t take risks—certainly not for the sake of pleasure. But the new me was a shameless hedonist.

Screw propriety. Screw regret. I was a man on a mission…a dick mission.

I held eye contact as I lowered Scott’s briefs, swallowing hard when his cock sprang forward and hit my cheek. Yikes! He was big. And thick. I remembered thinking he was a handful when I stroked him at the airport. But now I worried I’d never get this beast inside me. If I did, I’d feel him for days. And that was what I really wanted.

On that thought, I closed my fist at his base, licked his slit, and twirled my tongue around the wide mushroom head while I fondled his balls. Then I tightened my grip and pumped his cock a few times before swallowing him whole.

Time to show off those skills I’d bragged about last week.

I worked him over with long pulls, stroking and sucking like a renegade Hoover and rolling my tongue along his shaft. I made sure to pay attention to his balls too. I even showed off my deep-throat game—which, I had to brag, was impressive.