I woke up with arms around me. For a moment, I thought it was Bryce and the last couple of months were just a nightmare, but I knew it wasn’t my fiancé underneath me. I loved Bryce the way he was, but there was someone toned and solid beneath me.

I ran my fingers over his chest and wondered for the first time what it would be like to have sex with him. Was it something I was prepared to do if I needed to? Before I found myself in the position I was in, I had wondered what it would be like to sleep with someone so fit. Even in high school, all the girls had dreams of hooking up with hot, muscle-bound guys.

The jocks were as muscular as any of my friends could get, but they always dreamed about bigger guys. I looked down to his pants. I didn’t pay attention to their discussions on whether the guys were big down there or not because I had no point of reference. I saw shirtless men all the time on television or in magazines, but I’d rarely seen a penis to know what was considered big. Since Bryce, I’d seen plenty. I smiled just thinking about it.

* * *

“Keep your eyes closed until I tell you to.” Bryce’s voice was playful and mischievous at the same time. I loved it when he played.

“Okay.” I was laughing as he sat me down. I couldn’t see anything, but his actions were fast and excited. If he was excited about his surprise, I was, too.

“I know we talked about this and you weren’t comfortable with the idea, but if we do it together, I think you’ll find it’s a lot more fun than you think.”

I was still laughing. “What? That makes no sense.”

He kissed me. That stopped the laughing. He always took my breath away when we kissed. I could feel his love for me no matter what we were doing, but when he kissed me, it was as if he poured every bit of his soul into me. I gladly took every drop.

“It will when you open your eyes. Go on. Open them.”

His face was still close to mine, so it was the only thing I could see. I smiled and reached out to touch him. “Hi.”

He smiled back and kissed my palm. He continued to hold my hand as he backed away and the television came into view. My eyes grew wide at the sight before me. I looked at him as my face flamed. “Bryce.”

“I need you to know what’s out there. I need you to know you haven’t missed anything by staying with only me. It makes me the happiest guy in the world that you refuse to have those experiences with other guys.”

“Bryce, I don’t need those experiences. I know your last girlfriend—”

He covered my lips with his. “Stop bringing her up. This is about us and you.”

“Bryce, you’re all I’ll ever want.”

“Okay, and you’re all I’ll ever want, but you need to know what else is out there.” He motioned to the television. “I can’t believe you never watched porn before. This is how I learned most of what I’ve done.” He reached for the remote and turned the sound on. They were already having sex, so the sound of her moaning and him panting filled the room.

I reached for the remote, and he held it above his head. “Stop. What if the neighbors hear it?”

“They won’t. This is the same volume we always have it.”

“Yeah, but I don’t care about them listening to those other shows.” I covered my face.

He laughed and turned the volume down for me. “Come on. Watch just one with me.” He pulled my hands down.

I was so embarrassed to see these strangers on my television doing the things they were doing, and at the same time, it was turning me on. I wanted to watch it. “Just one?”

“For now.” He looked at me. “I can’t believe you weren’t curious enough to watch this.”

“Well, I didn’t have the privacy to watch it at home, but I have watched porn before.”

He sat up and turned his body toward me. “You’re holding out on me.”

“No, I’m really not.” I laughed. “It was a birthday party sleepover, and someone brought one for us to watch after the parents had gone to sleep. I think most of us were still virgins at that time, so it scared a lot of them. I was fascinated, but I couldn’t get rid of the ache it gave me.”

He sat closer. “Did you try?”

“I did. It wasn’t easy with a room full of girls, but I did try when we all went to sleep.” I watched the television again. “We were only fourteen, so it was a long time ago, but it didn’t look that different from this.” I turned my head sideways to look at it from a different angle.

“So, why did you say you didn’t want to watch it when I suggested it the other night? You don’t want to watch it with me?”

“I admit I was embarrassed to watch it, but I’d rather be the stars of our own show.” I sat up and straddled him. “I don’t need anything but you, Bryce. I know you’ve been hurt before by someone very immature and not sure of what she wanted. I’m very sure of what I want.” I unbuttoned his shirt and pulled it out from his jeans.

“I’ll watch whatever you want to watch if you think it will help spice things up.” I kissed him and reached down to unfasten his jeans. “But know I don’t think there’s anything wrong with the spice we’ve got going.” I reached my hand into his pants and pulled him out before sliding to my knees in front of him.

He grabbed the remote and lifted it. I put his arm down. “Leave it on. Watch it.” I wrapped my lips around him and closed my eyes when I heard him moan.

I may not have been very experienced before I met Bryce, but he was all I needed to learn. If he were insecure, I’d do whatever I needed to do to make sure he knew he was it for me. Watching porn wasn’t the worst idea he ever had. We learned several of my favorite positions that night.

* * *

“If your hand goes any lower, I won’t be held responsible for what I do.”

I opened my eyes and stopped moving when the sound of Brody’s voice brought me out of my memory. My breathing had increased, and my body temperature was raised, no doubt due to the things I was remembering.

“It won’t bite you.” I felt his hand on mine as he guided it down to his crotch. He was hard. I wondered if he was in a constant state of arousal, and that was what made him cranky. It couldn’t have been good for him to walk around hard all the time.

I let my hand linger longer than I should have. At first, my thought was to threaten to withhold from sex until he let me go, but I was beginning to think it would be better to give him a taste and then stop until he let me go. I closed my eyes. I wasn’t that conceited to believe anyone couldn’t walk away from me after they’d had me. Bryce had no trouble.

I grew angry the more I thought about the blonde he went out to dinner with or the woman on his lap in our living room. I tried to reason with myself that I didn’t know what he was doing or the events that had brought him to that point. It was the same for him. He didn’t know the events that had brought me to rubbing my hand up and down the length of the erection at my fingertips.

I continued to rub Brody through his jeans as I propped myself up on my elbow and looked at him. His eyes were shut, and his head was thrown back a little exposing his neck. I could see his pulse beating fast, and it quickened mine. I didn’t think it took much to turn him on, but it was still nice to know I could. I leaned up and kissed his neck where the pulse was and felt it jump under my lips.

He reached down and unfastened his belt and pants. “If you’re going to continue rubbing me, do me a favor and stick your hand inside my pants. I just recovered from the burn you gave me with your dry humping.”

I smiled. It was nice to know that hurt him a little. He deserved it. I hesitated, but if I wanted to get back to Bryce and find out what really happened, I needed to move forward. Plus, a hand job wasn’t that intimate. I closed my eyes. When did I start rationalizing hand jobs?

I kept my eyes closed when I reached into his jeans. He didn’t wear underwear, and I laughed. I looked at him. “Is it laundry day?”

“Nope. It’s a waste of time to wear underwear. It doesn’t matter what I’m doing: peeing or fucking. It just gets in the way.”

I smiled at his honest answer and wrapped my hand around him. He was hot and hard. I could feel the hardness through the jeans, but until I wrapped my hand around him, I hadn’t realized just how hard he was. It was like the rest of him. Solid.

I felt my cheeks pink as I wondered what he looked like. He was big, just like the rest of him was, and filled my hand, but I wanted to see it. Curiosity got the better of me, and I pulled him out. I swallowed when I saw it. Bryce had nothing to be ashamed of, but Brody looked like the porn guys Bryce was always comparing himself to. I had to get a closer look, and I didn’t care what he thought.

I sat up and lay back down facing the other way. It was fascinating. I’d only held two dicks before in my life. Bryce was one, of course. The other was a guy who my father allowed me to see a movie with. Partway into the movie, the popcorn disappeared and a penis took its place. Being seventeen, I was curious. I couldn’t see much with the lights being so low, but I also didn’t want to draw attention to it by looking down.

I believed my date was just as surprised as I was that I was willing to jerk him off. When everyone around you is having sex, curiosity takes over and you do things you wouldn’t normally do. Besides, I knew I’d never see him again.

I’d have to see Brody every day until I got out, though. Curiosity got the best of me again. I gripped him harder and ran my hand up and down his length. I licked my lips when he moaned. It was as if something had taken over, and I needed to finish him off.

I looked down to my waist when I felt his fingertips going below my waistband. I didn’t fight him. If he wanted to get me off while I was getting him off, I’d accept it. I was aching for it. I helped to kick the leggings off and looked at him when he laughed. I thought he was laughing at me.

“See what I mean?” He snapped the waistband of my underwear. “It’s a waste of time.”

I smiled, but didn’t slip those off. “Deal with it.” I moved my hand again but stopped when his fingers moved my panties to the side and found my clit. I gripped him harder. “You don’t waste any time.”

“I don’t believe in it.” He moved his fingers faster. “You’re slacking down there.”

I took a couple of deep breaths and moved my hand again. It was harder to concentrate on the rhythm I wanted to keep with him moving his fingers to his own rhythm, but as long as I kept moving, he didn’t complain.

He ripped both sides of my underwear and tossed it across the room. “Waste of time.”

My face went down into the mattress when he lifted my hips. “What are you—” I moaned when he placed me over his face and his tongue made contact. “Oh, God.”

I put the rest of my body on top of him and slid down. I needed more contact than he could reach. I placed my forehead on his lower belly and moved my hand again. I wanted to taste him. I propped myself up on my elbow and pulled him back toward me.

I licked the tip before putting the head into my mouth. I closed my eyes when I felt two fingers slide into me. His tongue on my clit and his fingers buried deep inside me were driving me crazy. I wanted to send him over the edge before he sent me over, but I needed to hurry. He was making quick work, and I felt the beginnings of an orgasm before I was ready.

“You’d better not bite my dick off when I make you come.”

I sucked as I pulled him out of my mouth and looked back at him. “You have to make me come before you can worry about it.”

His green eyes sparkled as he took the challenge. I knew I was in trouble. I slid his dick back into my mouth and reached my hand into his jeans to touch his balls. He lifted his hips and allowed me to pull his jeans down more. His dick never left my mouth. I had to get him off before he sent me over the edge.

I closed my eyes and slid further down his length. His fingers were spreading me apart to allow him full access to suck on my clit, and it was all I could do to concentrate on what I was doing to him. I put him at the back of my throat and swallowed. His lips left me, and I knew I found what would make him come before me.

“Fucking Christ.” He gripped my ass as I continued swallowing around the head of his dick. When he started bucking, I knew I had him right where I wanted him.

I got up on my hands and knees, pulling myself away from him and concentrated on breathing in between swallows. He sat up, pushing me forward and held my hair so he could see what I was doing.

“You’d better take a big, deep breath, baby.”

I did as he said right before he pushed my head down, causing his dick to fill my mouth and the head to almost disappear down my throat. I relaxed my throat, trying not to gag, and continued swallowing around him once I regained my composure. I needed to be careful of what I wished for. Getting him off first was better when it was my doing, but Brody going for it the way he wanted was almost too much.

I gripped his balls and tugged on them as I used my other hand to stroke the base I couldn’t get into my mouth. I was relieved to hear his moans.

“Fucking suck me off. That’s it.” He pulled out a little to let me breathe, but stuck it right down my throat again. “Oh, yes. That’s it.” I relaxed my throat again when he thrust his hips. He held my head and guided it how he wanted it, but I could feel his balls tighten. I knew it would be over soon.

Even though I was prepared, the first squirt in the back of my throat caught me off guard. I kept him in the back of my throat and swallowed again to try to keep up with him. The last thing I wanted was to clean up a mess on my bed.

“Fuck.” He gave one more thrust into my throat and held my head. When he let go, he fell back with his arms wide. “That was the best fucking head I’ve ever had in my life.” He was winded, and even though his declaration was supposed to be a compliment, it made me feel dirty.

“Your turn.”

“Oh, no, you don’t—” I didn’t get it out before he flipped me over and put his head between my legs. I closed my eyes as his tongue made contact. I was still hot and ready to go, but part of me didn’t want to anymore.

That voice was quieted when he placed my legs over his shoulders and changed the angle of my hips. I gripped the comforter. The flicks he was giving to my clit with his tongue were bringing back my desire to be satisfied. I needed to go over that edge and forget the world for a moment.

I arched my back when he slid two fingers inside me. “Yes. Don’t stop.”

He sucked my clit and curled his fingers up. I could’ve combusted right there, but I needed to draw out the feeling like he did and take control. I sat up and slid back. “Lie down.”

He arched an eyebrow, but didn’t object. I straddled his face and hung on to the headboard. “Eat me.” I was embarrassed the words came out of my mouth, but he wasn’t.

“I thought you’d never ask.” He pulled me down and latched on to my clit. I threw my head back as I grinded on his face. He reached up and pulled my sports bra down, releasing both breasts. He continued to suck my clit as he pinched both nipples.

“Oh, God.” I moved faster on his face. I needed that orgasm that was threatening to spill over me. “Don’t stop. Don’t you fucking stop.”

When the orgasm hit me and I arched my back, he laid me down again and kept going. It was both amazing and terrifying. I didn’t want it to end, but knew it would kill me if I let it go on too long. He had to be the strong one to back away.

With my body still in spasms beneath him, I couldn’t protect myself when he crawled up on top of me. I just had the craziest oral sex with him, but I wasn’t ready to take it further. I was helpless to stop it. All I could do was suck in air when he looked into my eyes.

“That was fucking incredible.” He kissed me, but didn’t seem bothered that I didn’t kiss him back. “Get some rest. You’re going to fucking need it.”