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CHAPTER TWELVE

DAYTON

Tameron was nervous, and I couldn’t remember the last time I’d been with a virgin. Or, well, a man who hadn’t been with another man before. It was obvious Tameron was comfortable with sex and his own body, but I wanted to take it slow.

The first time I ever touched a dick that wasn’t my own, I hadn’t quite known what to do with myself. I’d thought, then overthought, and then squeezed so hard the guy got up and left me sitting in a puddle of my own precum with a flagging hard-on and a tomato-red face.

He’d told people about it the next day too, and I’d gotten the nickname Vise, which had followed me around for too long.

I didn’t want that for Tameron, not that I would ever humiliate him, no matter what he did or how tightly he gripped me. But if someone had been tender with me at first, just a little, I might not have struggled with my identity in the beginning.

So when he stood there, knees shaking, I carefully put my hands on his hips and waited for his gaze to meet mine. “How do you want to start?”

“Shouldn’t you be deciding that? You’re the expert.”

I laughed, leaning down to press a kiss to his jaw. “I know how to make you feel good, and I can definitely give you an experience you’ll never forget, but you’re going to take the lead tonight, gorgeous. So. Where do you want to start?”

He hummed deep in the back of his throat, the sound probably involuntary, and I did my best not to think about the fact that I’d wanted this for a while. All the way back to when I thought he couldn’t stand me.

It was wild that he was here now, in my bedroom, ready and willing.

“What was your first time like?”

I knew what he was asking, and I shuddered. “Not ideal.”

He licked his lips, then glanced over my shoulder at my bed. “Can we sit?”

Taking his hands, I tugged him toward the edge of the mattress, then slid on top of the covers.

My well of patience tonight felt infinite, and I didn’t mind as he worked through his struggle until he finally bent at the knee and dropped down beside me.

The moment we touched again, he melted against my side and let me take him into my arms.

“My first good time,” I said, rucking up the back of his shirt so I could trace my fingers over his flush-warmed skin, “was with a man who was, like, ten years older than me. He’d just lost his wife.”

“Oh. He was bi?”

“I’m not sure he knew what he was. I think the marriage was to please his parents. But whatever the case, he loved her. He was sad, but he was also very needy.”

Tameron shuddered, and I heard him choking back a moan. “Yeah?”

I tightened my grip on him, fingers dipping past the waistband of his jeans. His ass was round and the muscle was thick and bouncy. “Very. He came without me touching his dick.”

“Oh god,” he groaned, turning his face in toward my chest.

“It was extremely hot. I got a bit of an ego about it,” I confessed, and Tameron lifted his head, grinning at me. “You said ego?”

“Mm.”

He snorted a laugh. “That’s hard to imagine.”

“Really?”

He shrugged. “I mean, you’re not shy about being good at what you do. You must be really good to get Nash to respect you that fast. And I’ve seen you at the gym. I’ve seen how you are with the older crowd. You’re kind. And you don’t make them feel, like, pathetic.”

I wondered then how many people had made Tameron feel that way since his injury. I touched his jaw with the edge of my thumb, tracing the slightly coarse beard that was growing thicker. I wanted to feel it between my thighs, but he probably needed to work himself up to that.

“No one is pathetic. No one.”

He breathed in, then said, “Can we kiss again?”

I doubted that would ever be a no. I spun him gently to his back, then swung my leg over his thighs and pressed my hands to the bed on either side of his shoulders. Our gazes met for a long moment, then he lifted up as I bent down, lips touching.

His were so soft. Christ, they were so soft, and his tongue was wet and warm and so fucking good at making my toes curl. The man was a master at kissing, and I realized I could easily get off this way. I could let him devour my mouth while I humped his thigh and spilled all over his front.

And maybe we’d do that.

But not tonight.

Breaking the kiss, I pulled back and pushed his shirt up to expose his stomach. His abs jumped at my touch. “I want to jerk you off.”

He let out a harsh groan and his hips fucked upward. “Yeah? Can I—can I touch you too?”

“You can do anything you want to me.”

“On your back?”

I didn’t answer with words. Instead, I rolled over and spread my legs just a little.

When he went for my shirt, I arched my back so he could lift it to expose my chest. His fingers were tender in their exploration until they got to my nipples.

He bit his lip, brow furrowed in thought, then he pinched the right barbell and tugged a little.

I moaned, my eyes squeezing shut at the pleasure racing through me. I was sensitive there since getting them pierced.

“Not like a woman,” he said.

“No,” I answered with a laugh. “Is that what you’re comparing it to?”

“It’s… I’m sorry. That’s offensive, isn’t it?”

“It’s okay to notice the ways we’re different as long as you don’t expect me to be like one in bed.”

“No.” He leaned in and licked a stripe over the tender nipple. The heat was intense. “No. There’s no confusion here. I can tell you’re very much a man.”

Something in me settled. I hadn’t realized how worried I was that he might have been trying to justify it all in his head. But he wasn’t. He was present. He was with me. Seeing me .

I cupped his jaw with one hand, using my other to guide his fingers toward the zipper and button on my jeans. “I want to be touched.”

He hesitated, but only for a second. The button released with a pop, the zipper whispering as he slid it downward. His lips parted on a soft pant as he spread the fly into a wide V, exposing the tent in my boxers.

“Whatever you want to do,” I reminded him.

“Tell me if I’m getting this wrong. And tap me if I don’t hear you,” he added.

I touched his chin, then nodded when I had his attention. ‘I trust you,’ I signed.

His ears turned faintly pink, and he nodded, drawing his lower lip between his teeth. ‘I might make noise.’ He dropped his hand back to my stomach and said aloud, “Sometimes I don’t realize it, and I think the sounds might be…weird.”

I pressed two fingers to his lips. “They’re not weird. They’re you. And I like you.”

He huffed a laugh against my skin, then pulled his head back and parted the slit in my boxers.

My cock sprang free, sitting hard, fat, and wet at the tip as he let the shaft rest on his palm.

He closed his fingers around me, sliding up and down like he was attempting to get used to the feel of another man’s dick.

“Yeah. Like that,” I said.

His gaze darted to my lips. “Like that?” he repeated for clarification.

“Yes.”

He squeezed a little harder and began to rub a little faster. “What else do you like when someone does this for you?”

There were a lot of things, but I wasn’t sure he was ready for me to ask him to play with my ass or lick my balls. So I thrust against his hand and said, “I like it wet.”

He swallowed thickly. “With m-my…my mouth?”

I grinned at him, reaching up to cup his cheek. “Well, yes , gorgeous. I like that a lot .But not tonight.Lube is fine. There’s some in the drawer beside you.”

He looked both disappointed and relieved at the same time. Rolling over, he hooked his ankles around mine to keep himself steady, and I could hear him rummaging around.

There was a sudden pause, and then he made a soft, choking noise. “Um…”

I tapped his side, and he looked over his shoulder, holding up a small black bag with the string undone. I smiled sharply at him. “We can talk about those next time.”

They were a couple of my vibrating toys for when I was in the mood to get off that way.

His eyes were heated, pupils blown wide, and he nodded as he dropped the bag back and came away with the lube. It was a small tube, nearly half gone since I’d been taking care of myself for a while now, but he didn’t look judgmental about it.

He was also clearly familiar with lube, which made me feel better about his skills with women. Naturally wet or not, it never hurt to add a little more slick to the party. He spread some on his palm, then looked me directly in the eye as he grabbed my dick again and began to stroke.

“Oh fuck. Yes, god. Shit .” I grunted hard as I fought back the sudden urge to come. It really had been too long since someone else had touched me. “Hnng, Tam. Tam, sweetheart, can you?—”

He loosened his grip, and the need retreated. “What am I doing wrong?”

I couldn’t help a laugh. “Nothing. You’re too good, and I’m going to lose it in a sec, but I want you to come with me.”

“Oh, I—how do you want me?” He bit his lip again, and I reached out my thumb to pull it away from his teeth. It was slightly puffy and tinged pink.

“Straddle me, then take your dick out. Let me see you.”

He looked a little unsure—maybe a little embarrassed.

I had a feeling his past lovers hadn’t put him on display.

But he moved gracefully, straddling my thighs, then he lifted onto his knees and shimmied his jeans down until his cock was sitting at full mast, flushed and surrounded by a thatch of dark hair.

“Beautiful,” I murmured. He blinked at me, so I signed it.

“You think?”

Grinning, I reached out and felt the weight on my hand. His cock was thicker than mine and just a little shorter. He was cut, and the head was fat and wet at the slit. I rubbed my thumb over it, watching his eyes close and his body tremble.

“Feels good,” he murmured.

“Yeah? It’s been a long time, hasn’t it?”

“Mm?” His eyes opened. “Sorry, I lost most of that.”