Page 118 of Blue Gold

“You want to know if I did the fucking or if it was the other way around?”

Daniel visibly swallowed, then nodded.

This man… After everything that we did together, he was embarrassed to ask such a basic question. I mean, complete strangers asked me that in a much more straightforward way after a minute of knowing me, and yet he couldn’t even find the right words. But then again, with his lack of experience and his overall reserved approach toward sex, it made sense he’d be so awkward. And somehow, this shy side of him always turned me on.

Pulling out my key, I unlocked our door and pushed it open before I grabbed his wrist. “Come here.” I pulled him after me, shutting the door behind us.

“Elliot—”

Grabbing his bigger body, I pinned him against the door, my hands on his waist, while my thigh pushed between his legs.

“I like to fuck and get fucked, although before you, I preferred doing the fucking.”

“You did?”

“Are you surprised?” I challenged him with a raised brow.

He quickly shook his head. “No, of course not.” He then swallowed hard.

“Don’t mistake me for some fragile boy.” I slipped my hands down to his ass while pushing my thigh harder between his legs. “I know how to handle a man.”

With his blush now reaching his ears, he cleared his throat. “Were you the same with your ex?”

Startled, I pulled back.

Why would he bring him up? Does he know about the letter?

Brushing the thought away, as there was no chance, I collected myself and nodded.

“Yes.”

“But with me… you never?”

My breath hitched because was he asking me to top him? But getting a hold of myself, I leaned a bit closer, my hands now flat against the door while his slipped down to my waist.

“I never thought you’d want that, and besides, I love bottoming for you. It’s hot.”

With his body so close, I could feel the heat radiating from him, and it turned me on.

“Have you ever tried it before?” I asked, eyes locked with his.

“One time.”

“And? Did you like it?”

Averting his eyes, he covered his mouth with his hand. “I can’t believe we’re talking about this.”

I nudged closer, my chest pressed to his. “Tell me, I’m curious.”

To be fair, not all men enjoyed anal. And whether you liked it or not, it was absolutely fine and said nothing about you. Despite stigmas spread by insecure assholes, getting fucked didn’t make you any less of a man. Gay, straight, men or women, anal was only a matter of preference.

“I didn’t.”

Surprisingly, I wasn’t disappointed by his answer.

“That’s okay.”

His silver eyes studied me with intensity. “Is it?”