Where Nerves End

“Im going to kiss you like this, and youre going to like it,” because I did like it, and in that moment I couldnt think of many things I wouldnt have done if hed demanded it. Not that I could think of much at all, because his tongue teased mine, his fingersgrasped my hair… Oh, God, I wanted him.
Panting and shaking, I pulled back and met his eyes. “We should go somewhere else. One of my…” I nodded toward the door. “My employees come up here sometimes.”
Michael licked his lips. “Lead the way.”
Without another word, I led him back to the stairwell and down to the hallway behind the upper clubs bar. As I keyed open my office, I glanced up and down the hall to make sure none of my employees were back here. We were alone, so I pushed open the door, and we stepped inside.
The second the door was closed, Michael grabbed the front of my shirt and hauled me closer to him. I pinned him up against the door, as much to catch my balance as to keep him right where I wanted him, and kissed him hungrily as he ground his erection against mine.
Stubble hissed across stubble, denim whispered across denim, and we both breathed sharply, rapidly, groaning against each others mouths. My fantasies didnt even try to measure up to the reality of tangling myself up in him, breathing him, turning each other on like wed waited all our lives for this.
I broke the kiss, panting against his lips and holding on to his shirt with one shaking hand as my other arm braced against the door behind him.
Michael ran the tip of his tongue across his lower lip. His pupils were blown, arousal written all over his wide eyes and parted lips, but something else crept in, drawing his eyebrows together and loosening his fingers around my shirt.
I released his shirt and gently cupped the side of his face. “Something wrong?”
“Look, I…” He took a deep breath. “I havent done this. Not much, I mean.”
“Which part?”
“Any of it.” Color bloomed in his cheeks, and his grasp on my shirt loosened a little more. “The other night. When I brought someone home, that was…” He closed his eyes and swallowed hard. When he spoke again, the words came quickly and softly, “That was the first time Ive ever been with a man.”
My heart jumped. “Are you serious?”
Michael nodded, more color rushing into his face. With a dry, forced laugh, he said, “Better late than never, right?”
“Who said anything about late?” I combed my fingers through his hair and leaned in, seeking out his lips with my own. He hesitated at first, drawing back from me just a little bit, but before I could pull back, he curved his hand around the back of my neck and returned my kiss.
And abruptly, he broke that kiss and drew back against the door, swearing under his breath.
“You all right?” I asked.
“Nervous.” He swept his tongue across his lips and avoided my eyes. “This…” He laughed softly. “Its ridiculous, but this…it scares me to death.”
“Do you really want to do this?” I silently begged his answer to be yes, and for him to mean it and not just say it because it was what I wanted to hear.
My heart shifted into overdrive when his lips brushed mine as he whispered, “More than you can imagine.”
I was uncertain for a second, but his kiss backed him up, and I believed him.
I let my hand drift down his side, pausing at his belt, and when he shivered and his kiss intensified, I slid that hand between us.
Michael broke the kiss with a moaned, “Oh, God.”
“This okay?” I murmured as my fingers found his zipper pull. He nodded, wriggling against me as I drew the zipper down. Closing his eyes, he swore under his breath and reached down with one hand. I thought he might shove my hand away, but instead, he made a frantic, shaking attempt to unbuckle his belt.
I gently nudged his hand aside and finished what hed started, and as my hand slid into his jeans and boxers, Michael shivered. So did I, and as I wrapped my fingers around his thick cock, a single thought nearly dropped my legs right out from under me.
Please, God, let him be a top.
I needed this man to fuck me. Soon . But first…
I went to my knees and took his cock into my mouth, goose bumps springing up along my spine as Michael released a low, throaty groan.
“Oh my God,” he breathed. “Jesus, Jason…” He grasped my hair, pulling just hard enough to make my scalp sting. I bobbed my head faster, both to give him more and to make him pull my hair even harder. I was dizzy