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“We’re both trying to figure out if we’re into guys, right?”
Jamie nodded.
“The easiest way to do that would be to go pick up some guys and see if we like hooking up with them.”
His eyes narrowed into a glare. “I don’t like that idea.”
“Me either,” I smiled. The possessive caveman thing was hot. “It makes more sense to experiment together, right?”
His glare melted away and was replaced by a look of pure hunger as he looked me up and down elevator-style.
My chest and neck flushed hot. Jesus, that look was doing things to me it had no business doing.
“You want to?”
I nodded, not trusting my voice.
This was either the best idea I’d ever had or the worst.
“Yeah.” He cleared his throat. “Okay.”
We stared at each other for a few beats, then burst out laughing.
“This is so weird.”
“So weird,” I agreed with a grin.
“I have no idea how to do this.” Jamie shot me a crooked smile. “I feel like I’m sixteen again and trying to figure out how to kiss my homecoming date.”
“I can show you what I did to get my date to kiss me,” I said, tossing a smirk at him. “See if it works on you.”
“Okay.” He squared his shoulders like he was prepping for a duel. “Show me teenage Isaac’s moves.”
I stepped right up to him, stopping when our chests were almost close enough to touch, but not quite.
His breath caught.
Slowly, I lifted my hand and tipped his chin up the slightest bit, tilting it ever so gently to the side, like I was lining him up for a kiss. Leaning in, I stopped when our lips were a few inches apart.
“There,” I said, my voice husky and a bit rough as I traced my gaze over his lips before looking into his eyes. “That’s perfect.”
“Perfect?” he asked, his cheeks flushing pink.
“This is how you’re going to look when I kiss you later,” I murmured. “And you look perfect.”
“Jesus.” Jamie blinked a few times. “How the fuck were you so suave at sixteen? I once asked a girl if she liked cheese because I couldn’t think of a better icebreaker.”
I huffed out a laugh. “Cheese? How did that work out for ya?”
“Not great.” He grinned. “She was lactose intolerant.”
“Of course she was.” My eyes fell to his mouth again. “My homecoming date threw herself into my arms after that line, FYI.”
With a wicked grin, Jamie closed the distance between us, his lips pressing against mine in a hot kiss.
It was so different from the first time he kissed me, and his confidence, not to mention his skill, had me moaning into his mouth in no time.
“I definitely like kissing you,” he mumbled between kisses.
I fisted my hands in his shirt and yanked him against me. “Yeah?”
He nodded, then sealed his mouth over mine again in another blistering kiss.
I’d never kissed anyone like this before. The passion and intensity were new, but it was how rough we were being, how he wasn’t careful as he crushed me against him, that made my head spin.
I’d never been that aggressive when it came to sex. I was usually the one who started things and had no problem making the first move, but I wasn’t that guy who tossed girls around or left them breathless from my kisses.
But with Jamie, it was completely different. His strength was a massive turn-on, so was being manhandled by him.
Everything about the kiss was perfect, and I didn’t bother tempering my moans or reactions. I wanted him to know how much I was enjoying it. How much I wanted him.
“Z,” he whispered against my lips, pausing the onslaught of kisses.
I was about to ask if he was okay when he pressed the palm of his hand against my stomach.
I froze, waiting to see what he would do next.
Slowly, he slid his hand down until the bottom of his palm brushed against my cock.
That feather-light touch sent a jolt of electricity through me, lighting me up from the inside.
“Jamie,” I said on a low moan.
“Is that okay?”
“Yeah. You can do whatever you want to me.”
“Whatever I want?” He smirk-smiled.
I nodded.
“What if I want to do this?” He slid his hand lower and pressed his palm against my length.
I bucked into his touch, my entire body on fire.
Holy shit. Jamie was touching my dick.
“That’s good,” I managed, my voice as wrecked as I felt.
“What about this?” He gripped me, squeezing gently.
The zing of pleasure that shot through me was so strong it felt like I’d been hit with a cattle prod. “Jesus. Yeah. That’s good too.”
He chuckled, the sound throaty and affectionate. “This isn’t weird.”
“That’s good.” I resisted the urge to drag my cock through his fist. “’Cause it feels fucking amazing.”
“Yeah?” He smiled like I just told him he’d done a good job on his homework.
“Yeah.”
He stroked me a few times. It was awkward trying to do it over my clothes, but the contact was incredible—and not nearly enough.
“Remember how you said you fantasized about me sucking your dick?” I asked, or rather, rasped, through my dry throat.
His pupils dilated. “You want to hear about that?”
“Oh yeah.” I pressed against his hand, unable to help it.
He squeezed my length. “The first time it happened was when I was in the shower.”
The first time? I tucked that away for future reference.
“I was jerking off, and I was trying to keep my mind blank and not think about anything.” He didn’t look away, but I could see he was embarrassed. “But just before I came, I saw you on your knees for me.”
Gently, I pushed his hand away from my dick.
He shot me a surprised look, but before he could get in his head about things, I sank to my knees. “Like this?”
“Z?” He stared down at me, his expression an adorable mix of hopeful and shy.
“Is this what you saw?”
