Page 91 of Donovan's Men

After a moment’s hesitation, I chose to place my hand over his heart. His dark nipple stiffened under my touch, and I tweaked it experimentally.

“Do that again—only harder.”

I gazed up at him. When he met my stare, I did as he’d bade.

A shudder ran through his body. His dick bobbed.

My insides sang. Okay, I knew one thing about how he liked pleasure.What else can I figure out?

With my other hand, I traced down his chest, past his abs and navel, then through his curls to his erection—which I grasped.

He gasped and thrust into my grip.

I squeezed.

He moaned.

Experimentally, I ran my finger along his slit to catch the bead of precum. I brought it to my mouth and sucked.

His breath caught.

Okay, good to know.

“May I taste you?”

He tilted his head for a moment as if weighing my words. “Yeah, I’d really like that. But…” He caressed my cheek. “We canstop anytime. No matter what, okay? You say stop, and it all comes to an end. No recriminations or questions.”

Part of me wanted to wave him off—I knew all this, and for crying out loud, why would I say stop? The other part of me, though, understood his concern. He was looking out for me. Making me feel safe. Making me feel treasured.

He succeeded.

I nuzzled against his hand until I was able to place a gentle kiss to his palm.

Then I lowered my head so I could lick the second drop of precum that’d formed.

He moaned again.

Huh.Well, okay. I slowly pulled the crown into my mouth and swirled my tongue around it. Yes, I’d done this Friday night. But I’d been all nerves. And worried about not only making it good for Tyson—but putting on a good show for Donovan.

As I continued my leisurely exploration, he ran his hands through my hair—alternately pulling me closer while also pushing me back.

Ah.

He was trying to set a rhythm.

Well, this time I would oblige him. I sucked him farther into my mouth, all the while focusing on not choking. I had a pretty good gag reflex and didn’t want to show it off this moment. Instead, I brought as much suction as I could.

He gently grasped my right hand and brought it to his balls.

Well, okay, then. A bit of direction was always appreciated. I rolled them around in my hand, trying not to giggle at the wrinkly skin. I had my own pair, of course, but I rarely touched them. I hadn’t spent much time exploring my body—discovering what I liked. Now I saw that put me at a disadvantage. Tyson, with his many sexual partners, knew what he liked.

Wait, had he said how many there had been? A wife and…a few relationships in university? Was I remembering that correctly?

And what about Donovan? How early had he gotten started, and how many had he taken to his bed over the years?

Tyson flexed his hips.

I refocused. I sucked, hollowing out my cheeks, as I kept up the rhythm he encouraged. My dick leaked another drop of precum as it begged for attention.