Page 87 of Necessary Time

With a finger through the belt loop of my pants, Wesley pulled me down the short hall. The lights in my bedroom were off and he didn’t bother to turn them on. The streetlights outside glared in through the window, casting a harsh amber glow across the half the room. It was enough for shadows, but not secrets, and definitely not fear.

“The same things we always talk about before we try something new,” he said.

I sat on the edge of the bed and toed off my shoes, Wesley lowering himself down beside me.

“If you don’t want to, we don’t have to,” he promised, resting his chin on my shoulder, no doubt getting a close up view of my profile.

“I do want to.”

It was the truth. I wanted him so badly it was hard to breathe, but the fear was as much of a paralytic as my overwhelming want.

“I’m just not sure how,” I admitted.

He chuckled quietly, in a knowing way, far from condescension. “Grayson’s had me doing a lot of googling over the past few weeks.”

“Oh, has he?”

Wesley shoved his hand into his pocket and pulled out a tiny bottle of lube and a condom. He tossed them on my pillow and pulled my face toward his when I tried to look after the supplies he’d brought.

“I figure you would want to try both ways,” he explained, fishing another two condoms out of his pocket and throwing them onto the pile.

“I know age hasn’t ever been an issue between us, but I think you’re being entirely too optimistic, Wesley.”

Another knowing laugh and a kiss against my cheek. “They’ll keep.”

I’d thought about this moment enough that it shouldn’t be as terrifying as it was. I’d thought about it long before Wesley and plenty of times since him. I knew where the majority of my interest lay, and I knew what I wanted the most from him. I definitely wasn’t against the idea of taking turns and trying other things, but it was the thought of his cock in my ass that made me the hardest.

“What else has Grayson told you?” I managed to ask, swallowing back as much of the fear as my throat would allow.

“Maybe it would be easier if I showed you?”

It was definitely a question. It was definitely Wesley asking permission before he let his hands stray any further from our norm than they already had.

In that moment, it was impossible to ignore the way things had shifted between us. Even though Wesley was cursed with an abundance of confidence, he didn’t have all the experience to back it up. And while I had years on him, I wasn’t much better when it came to a lot of the things we were doing together. Yet, he’d still looked to me to lead in some ways, even if that lead involved me conceding to him. I was happy to let him have his way, to drive things between us, and I knew whatever happened next wasn’t going to be an exception to what had become our rule.

“Okay.”

He pulled away, wide grin splitting his face. “Really?”

“Really.” I made quick work of the buttons on my shirt, then his. We stripped each other naked in what felt like record time, and then I was on my back, Wesley’s burning hot body situated between my spread thighs.

The condoms and lube rolled down the pillow, crashing into my cheek, and he laughed, tossing them out of the way and taking my face into his hands. He looked down at me like I was something to be adored, and after the argument we’d had at dinner, I felt entirely undeserving of the praise.

He kissed me, hard and fast, then the smile that hadn’t left his mouth turned into a laugh that had him burying his face into the crook of my neck.

“What’s funny?” I asked, skating my hands up his back.

“I really love being on top of you like this,” he whispered into my skin. “But I’d kind of wanted you to be on top the first time.”

I closed my eyes, tracing one of my hands up his spine and the back of his neck until my fingers tangled into his hair. I gave a gentle tug so he’d move his face and let me see his eyes. The blue was immeasurably bright, only obscured by the black flash of his dilated pupils.

“I can do that for you if you want.”

“But I do really like it here.” He shifted so he was on his knees looking down at me, his cock hard and leaking, like that was proof of his statement.

“We can try for both,” I told him. “But no promises I can last.”

“Grayson told me it sometimes is easier if you haven’t come yet.”