“Well, it was nice getting to hang for a whole two seconds,” Ty says before fist-bumping me.

We stand in the short hall before the entry to Eric’s condo. Ty and Eric look at each other. Ty waves, and Eric smiles back. “Good to see you again,” Eric says.

I want to fucking punch him.

He should at least make an attempt at a handshake or a hug if he really wants to improve their relationship, something he made clear on our walk. A good-to-see-you-again isn’t going to cut it.

Ty managed to book a flight for today, leaving me and Eric to ourselves…to resolve this burning-hot lust we’ve experienced since the moment we met. I don’t know what Eric’s thinking, especially the way he’s been acting, trying to avoid me, but if he thinks I’m going to let it go after what we did at the beach, he’s dead wrong.

When Ty heads out, wheeling his suitcase behind him, we watch the door close together. Both of us surely having the same sort of confusion racing through our heads.

There’s that familiar silence again.

He doesn’t move. If he didn’t want to acknowledge us…or this chemistry we share…he’d dash off. He’d totally blow me off, but there’s a reason he’s standing beside me, not making a move.

As our gazes meet, my face flashes with heat, like some part of my body is recalling that pleasure he put me through the day before. As though some part of me is just waiting for him to excite those nerves once again.

Give it to me, Eric. Please.

I hate having this powerful need within me. I’ve never been that guy. Ty has been the horndog I’ve always hung around, while I’ve been content with my sex life. But this is painfully overwhelming.

“So…” I force out, because someone has to make the first move, and from what I’ve noticed so far, it won’t be Eric.

As soon as I speak the word, he comes at me swiftly. His lips are against mine in no time, and he’s shoving me back against the wall.

Oh, those fucking lips, his hot breath, the scent of his cologne. My senses are overwhelmed, my cock stiffening. I can feel his own girth expanding in the crotch of his shorts.

He opens his mouth wide and slides his tongue between my lips.

I like when he’s like this. When he takes what he wants…doesn’t let his skepticism or any of these stupid reasons we have for not experiencing this hold him back.

“Godfuckingdamn you, Jesse,” he mutters. “What the fuck is it about you that is so impossible to resist?”

I can’t help but chuckle at his words. “Am I that hard to resist?”

He leans back, and I glance into those blue eyes filled with that passion, that lust that even within a few short days, I’ve become accustomed to.

“You have no fucking clue how often I keep telling myself what a shit idea this is.”

“I keep telling myself the same thing.”

We kiss again. I can’t even tell who went in for it first or if we both did at the same time. All I feel is lost in that sensation all over again.

He pulls at the tank I’m wearing, and I raise my arms as he guides the tank over my head, our lips parting briefly until he manages to get it off me. Then his lips are right back on mine, where they need to be.

I don’t just want them on my lips. I want them traveling across my body, demonstrating that expertise I know he has, helping me understand all these new sensations I’m experiencing, guiding me through my first time with a guy.

He unbuttons his short-sleeved button-up from the top, and I help, starting at the bottom.

“Fuck you for wearing a button-up,” I tell him before planting my lips down on his.

I shove him back against the opposite wall, and as soon as we finish undoing the placket of his shirt, as he starts to pull it off, I reach for his fly. “And a fucking belt?” I ask before undoing it.

He laughs, then stifles it.

It feels so good to see him playful again, even if only for a moment. This fun, frisky part of Eric is the part I’m wildly curious about.

There’s so much more to him than I’ve been allowed to see in the time we’ve spent together, and now I want him to dump it all on me the way I want him to dump his load on me.

He cups my face in his hand and guides his kisses, taking them from being the sloppy, tongue-filled mess we’ve allowed them to be to something more controlled. I force myself to slow down, but only a little since I can’t fight back this frenzy that’s possessed me—not now that it’s like the floodgates have been opened.

As I finish undoing his fly, I pull it open.

“Commando? Really?” I ask.

“Not wearing as much as you thought,” he teases before reaching his free hand to his waistband and sliding his shorts down his legs.

He steps out of them and pulls away from me once again, scanning me over.

Even though he’s the one who’s naked, I feel so vulnerable. It’s like he can see so much more of me than my body, maybe because he’s the only one who’s ever seen this side of me—this side that’s interested in fucking guys.

He grunts, like he’s pushing past that last mental barrier between us, then stoops down and wraps his arm around my waist, throwing me over his shoulder.

This is how I want him. Dominating me. Showing me he’s in charge.

I think his apprehension has only made me even more comfortable with him because I know he doesn’t just want to take advantage of my inexperience. He cares about how I feel.

He carries me into the bedroom and throws me down onto the bed.

My body bounces as it hits the mattress, and he crawls onto the foot of the bed, undoing my fly and pulling my shorts off as I kick off my flip-flops.

As soon as he discards my shorts off the end of the bed, he leans down and takes my cock into his mouth.

I moan as I enjoy his mouth moving up and down before he brings his right hand into the action, moving them in sync. I feel how wet my cock is from his saliva, enjoy how his lips slide right across the flesh.

He strokes his left hand up my pelvis, across my torso.

“You know what I want you to do with that hand,” I tell him.

He lets my dick slide out of his mouth and fall against my belly. He looks up at me, his lips forming a smile. “You have to develop some patience, Jesse. Take your time. I don’t want you coming too soon.”

I don’t want to either, but I’m caught between wanting to feel that explosion and wanting to enjoy every delicious moment he can offer me.

He starts to take my cock back into his mouth, when I ask, “What’s that like?”

He looks back up at me, his brows pulling together before he smiles. “Only one way to find out.”

I gulp. As ambitious as I’ve been about all this, that seems like a lot, especially considering how big he is.

His expression turns serious. “I’m not meaning to tease you about it. If that’s not something you’re comfortable with…”

“I’m not really sure if I’m comfortable with it or not.”

He smirks before sliding up alongside me, his cock angling down so that the head rests against the sheet beside my pelvis. I roll toward him and look down at it.

“You can grab it,” he says. “That’s probably step one.”

I blush and look away from him. What’s wrong with me?

“This is cute,” he says, taking me by my chin and turning me back to him.

“Me blushing? Shut the fuck up. I never do this.”

“You can’t say that anymore,” he says before his lips meet mine again like he’s trying to set me at ease.

Now I can feel the heat in my face, not because I’m embarrassed or feeling like an idiot, but because I’m so fucking aroused, because he has this way of affecting me.

I reach down and grip his shaft.

It’s so thick.

This is the first time I’ve had my hand on a dick that wasn’t my own.

I stroke up and down. God, that’s long. I can’t believe I was even imagining taking this that first time we started messing around.

As our lips part, I crawl down the bed.

He lies back, keeping his head tilted up as he says, “You don’t have to try anything you’re not ready for.”

He must not understand how curious I am…how much I want to know.

I lick it, just the head.

Then I put my mouth around it and slide it in. I can bail at any time, I assure myself, but I take my time working up to it before I feel Eric’s hand on the back of my head, encouraging me down. Not aggressively, but gently, like he’s just assuring me that I’m doing it right.

I’m surprised by how much I enjoy the feeling of his dick against my tongue and the walls of my mouth.

I move up and down, taking my time, and as Eric groans, I can hear he’s enjoying himself. I take the same care as I would have expected Whitney to take when she was sucking me off.

“Oh yeah,” Eric says, but then I taste something salty and instinctively jerk back, noticing a thin stringy film stretching from his head to my lip. It snaps as his cock hits his abdomen again.

“Oh shit,” I say. “I guess now I know what precum tastes like.”

Eric laughs. “And what did you think?” he asks, gazing at me.

I lick my lips. “I kind of like it,” I say before putting his dick back into my mouth and going at it again.

This is so strange. I’m actually, for the first time in my life, sucking a guy’s cock. It’s crazy how I never would have thought this vacation would involve sucking a guy’s dick. Or that I’d even figure out what the fuck I was doing. In a way, I already understand some of the mechanics, what it feels like to be blown, so I have an idea of what I need to do on him. And in other ways, like with what I experienced when he stuck his fingers inside me, I’m totally out of my depth.

“Whoa, whoa, whoa,” Eric says, pressing his hands on either side of my head.

I grab his dick and pull my mouth off, looking up at him. “What? Am I doing it wrong?”

“No, that’s the problem,” he tells me. “You’re doing it right, and if you keep doing it like that, I’m not going to last very long. Now get up here and kiss me.”

I crawl up alongside him. “Straddle my waist,” he tells me.

I do as he says, and he licks his fingers and slides them between my legs, reaching under and pressing them against my hole, rubbing, taking his time.

I grab my dick and start jerking myself off.

I want him to stick them inside me again, make me experience that same sensation, but I trust him, and I like that he’s taking his time. Makes it easier for me to adjust to all this. Not just physically, but mentally.

When he starts to work his way in, my dick expands at the idea of experiencing that same electric energy I felt when he was hitting my prostate yesterday.

“Does that feel good?” he asks.

“It feels really good.”

“Well, it’s about to feel a lot better,” he says as he finds my prostate and massages gently.

Now I’m leaking. My string of precum drips down onto his belly. He leans forward and reaches around with his free hand, grabbing his own dick and stroking himself.

“You like that?” he asks, and I nod before he kisses me.

He presses down a little harder inside me, and I whimper.

I’m surprised at the sound I make. I can tell by the way his lips curl upward that he enjoys it, and I’m glad he does. I find myself instinctively moving my hips in sync with the rhythm of his movements inside me. My balls feel heavy as they fill with pressure.

I don’t think I’m going to last long.

I want him.

As he applies more pressure against my prostate, I know it’s too late. “Oh fuck,” I say against his mouth.

“Come on. Give it to me,” he says, and I do, my load shooting in spurts across him. He moves vigorously, and I can feel his arm against my side as he jerks himself off, continuing to move his fingers inside me. “How did that feel?” he asks.

“So good,” I say. “So fucking good, Eric.”

He grunts before I feel moisture against my ass cheek, and I’m pleased knowing he’s come.

He continues grunting before reaching up, grabbing the back of my head, and slamming his lips against mine once again. My nerves are electrified, my body filled with exhilaration, unlike anything I’ve experienced while having sex before. It’s like everything in me is so relaxed and at ease. He pulls me down so that I’m lying on top of him, fully savoring the experience, enjoying what just happened, what we explored together.