“Not unless you want to.”

  “No.” I moistened my lips. “Definitely not.”

  He studied me. Then he grinned as he slid his hand up my thigh. “We’ll pick up bottoming another night. But how would you feel about topping me right now?”

  My breath stuttered. Bottoming for him was still a far off dream, but I could totally top him.

  “Yeah. Topping you sounds…That sounds good.”

  His grin broadened, and that thing about my dick going soft was very quickly becoming a non-issue.

  We both sat up. Cole got rid of his condom, and I put one on. As I was smoothing lube onto it, he lay back and spread his legs. “How about like this? So I can watch you too?”

  I wasn’t going to argue with the view from my vantage point. Somewhere in my mind it occurred to me that I was supposed to be calling the shots, but as far as I was concerned, this wasn’t him servicing me. If he wanted something, I wanted to hear it, because I wanted him hot and getting off too.

  I knelt between his thighs. He bit his lip and arched his back, slowly stroking himself. Oh, yeah, this view was hot.

  With some lube on my hand, I fingered him gently, watching his face as I carefully stretched him. “Like that?”

  “Uh-huh.” He licked his lips and looked up at me with heavy-lidded eyes. “Your dick feels way better, but this is…” He sucked in a breath. “Mmm, yeah. This is good too.” He kept lazily stroking his cock, as if he just needed to keep some friction there.

  “You stay hard when you’re bottoming,” I pointed out.

  “Sometimes.” He closed his eyes and squirmed. “Not always.” Eyelids fluttering open, he added, “But if I don’t, it doesn’t mean I’m not turned on.”

  I nodded, still easing my fingers in and out of his tight hole. “Speaking of turned on…” I glanced down at myself.

  Cole grinned. “I’m ready when you are.”

  Like I needed any more encouragement than that. I slid my fingers free, and I put some more lube on the condom, just to be sure. He’d said from the beginning that there was no such thing as too much lube, and I’d taken that to heart.

  With my cock duly slicked, I guided myself to him. This position was a little more awkward than when he was on his knees, but with some help from him and some chuckling from both of us, I got there. I never thought laughing in bed would be fun. It had always seemed like something that would happen if one guy was an asshole. Instead, we were just laughing over the awkwardness of the position, getting hands tangled with hands—no malice or meanness, just relaxed and a little goofy.

  “Is it just me?” I asked, still laughing. “Am I just really bad at this?”

  “No, it’s not you, and you’re not bad at this.” He lay back again, his smile so adorable and sexy at the same time. “It can be a weird position even when you’ve done it a million times.”

  “At least it’s not just me.” I leaned forward on one hand and carefully pushed in deeper. It still wasn’t quite right, so I slid my hands under him, then pulled his ass up onto my thighs. “Mmm, that’s better.”

  “Ooh, yeah.” Cole moaned, biting his lip as I rocked deeper into him. “That’s definitely better. Fuck…” He reached down, and as soon as he’d wrapped his fingers around his dick, he tightened around me, and we both groaned. Biting his lip and closing his eyes, he stroked himself lazily as I rode him with long, easy motions.

  And oh, yeah, this was sexy as hell. I was still vaguely disappointed that I hadn’t managed to bottom tonight, but if this was the alternative, I wasn’t going to complain. Especially since the novelty of just being naked with a man hadn’t worn off at all. Watching my cock moving in and out of him… Watching him arch and gasp every time I buried myself in his ass… God, it was so, so hot.

  I envied him. I wanted so badly to feel what he was feeling right then. It had to be good if guys liked bottoming, and there was no way he was in pain. Not while he was moaning and writhing, and definitely not while he was that hard. I had no idea if I’d ever be able to stay that hard while he was topping me. Right now, I didn’t care. He looked and felt and sounded like he was loving this, and I wanted that. I wanted to drive him wild, and I also wanted to eventually switch the roles so I could feel—and enjoy—what he was feeling. The thought of taking his cock the way he was taking mine had me so hot I was shaking. More than ever, I was determined to get there. I wanted him to make me whimper and moan like he was whimpering and moaning right now.

  My mind was split between the fantasy of Cole topping me and the reality of me topping him, and I couldn’t hold back, slamming into him as he jerked himself off and moaned encouragement.

  “That’s it, baby,” he panted. “Oh God, you’re almost… Ungh, yeah…” He squeezed his eyes shut and arched, the muscles in his forearm standing out as he pumped himself for all he was worth. Then he gasped, tensing around me as his hips bucked in my lap, and the cry he released as cum dotted his abs had me shouting in pleasure and surprise as my hips jerked and I came inside him with a full-body shudder.

  I slumped over him, breathing hard. “Oh, wow…”

  “Uh-huh. My thoughts exactly.” He sighed heavily, closed his eyes, and grinned, and I swear that look on his face did almost as much for me than my orgasm had.

  Yeah, it took me a while to finally get into bed with someone, but this guy was totally worth the wait.

  My arms were shaking, so I pulled out with a gasp, and I steadied myself enough to get rid of the condom. I still wanted to go wash my hands, and we’d probably grab a shower, but that could wait a few minutes. For now, I dropped onto my back beside him.

  And I just stared at him. Why? Because I could. He was so effortlessly sexy. Just lying there, panting and sweating and trembling, he was beyond hot. The fact that I’d been the one to leave him shaking and disheveled like that? Holy fuck.

  His eyes fluttered open, and he turned to me. “So, um… just for the record—any time you want to book me so we can fuck… You know, for practice?” He tapped the middle of his chest. “Lemme know.”

  I laughed. “So selfless, letting me hire you to practice getting a guy off.”

  He grinned. “Just one of the many completely altruistic services I offer.”

  “Uh-huh.” I pushed myself up and kissed him. “Sure it is.”

  “It is! The fact that I’m getting laid and coming so hard my head spins, and that I’m getting paid…” He made a lethargic gesture of waving his hand. “Details.”

  “That’s what I thought.” I sat up slowly. “Shower?”

  “Sounds good to me.”

  Chapter 10

  Cole

  After a long shower—neither of us could resist making out until the hot water ran out—we lounged in Parker’s bed. I was so wrung out and lethargic, I was amazed I didn’t drift off.

  Parker, however, wasn’t as relaxed as he should’ve been. Lying beside me on his back, one hand behind his head on the pillow, he stared up at the ceiling, and he didn’t seem to be quite here.

  “Hey.” I turned onto my side next to him. “You okay?”

  He nodded and looked at me. “Yeah. Just thinking.”

  “About?”

  “Just…” He paused, chewing his lip. “I guess I don’t get why bottoming is so hard for me. I mean, you obviously like it. Right?”

  “Oh, I love it.” I trailed the backs of my fingers up his arm. “But I didn’t at first.”

  “How did you get past it without just giving up?”

  “Luck, to be honest. I’d tried it on my own with toys and didn’t like it, so I figured I was a top and that was that. The first guy I was with, though—he told me everything I told you, like how it might take some getting used to. We took it slow, and after a couple of times, I warmed me up to the idea. It wasn’t at first, though.”

  “But you kept doing it? I mean I now he said it might get better, but didn’t you want to just say, ‘forget it’?”

  “Oh, I did, but what can I say? I’m stubborn.” I laughed, pretending not to notice the rush of warmth into my cheeks. “I knew guys who claimed they loved it, and the guy I was with definitely did too, so I was bound and determined to find out why.” I curved my hand around his elbow. “Trust me when I say you wouldn’t be the only man on the planet who had trouble bottoming at first but ended up liking it.”

  “So there is hope for me?”

  “Oh, yeah.” I winked. “It’s also possible you won’t ever like it. Some guys don’t. Either they’re happier being tops or bottoming just doesn’t feel good, or it’s just not their thing, or—” I waved my hand. “Any number of reasons. Not every guy is into anal, and not every guy who is into anal likes bottoming. That’s totally okay. But if we go slow and don’t rush it, after we’ve tried it a few times, you might find that you really enjoy it.”

  “A few…” Parker held my gaze. “So like, if we do this more than we already have? If I keep booking you? Because I don’t want you to get sick of me.”

  I almost laughed because the prospect of getting sick of him was just—no. Not a chance. But he was already self-conscious, so I just smiled and caressed his face. “We can do this as many times as you want to. Either until you feel comfortable going out on your own, or until you don’t want to do it anymore.” I leaned in and brushed my lips across his. “And I don’t just service men who are learning the ropes, you know.”

  “Oh. Right. That’s true.” He swallowed. “So then it isn’t weird? That I keep booking you?”

  I shook my head. “Not at all. I actually have a few regulars.”

  His eyebrows flicked up, though the expression seemed to be one of curiosity more than jealousy. That was a plus—I was not a fan of guys who ground their teeth when I acknowledged that they weren’t my only clients.

  Voice quiet and full of that same curiosity, he asked, “Really? So…that’s a thing?” His brow pinched. “I probably sound like a complete idiot. I have no idea how any of this works, and—”

  “Relax.” I squeezed his forearm. “This isn’t exactly something they teach in school.”

  Parker laughed. “I swear, life would be easier if they did.”

  “Hmm, probably, but I feel like ‘Escort Etiquette 101’ would be a tough sell.”

  “Okay, now that you mention it…”

  I chuckled, running my thumb along his arm. “Seriously, though, it’s not uncommon at all for guys to book us more than once. Especially if they’re newly out or something.”

  “Really?”

  “Oh yeah. Some poor dude spends his whole life in denial, finally comes out at forty-five, and wants to hit the queer dating scene?” I nodded emphatically. “You better believe they come looking for a discreet professional.”

  Parker seemed to relax, sinking back onto the pillows with a sigh. “Okay. I feel less like a pathetic tool, then.”

  “You’re not a pathetic tool.” I slid closer to him and ran my palm across the contours of his abs. “In fact…” I chewed my lip, hesitating to actually show this card.

  Parker turned to me. “What?”

  I hemmed and hawed for a second, then exhaled. “All right, so one of the options with Emerald City is an extended booking. It’s… I’m not gonna lie—I usually hate them. I had a client take me on a ten-day cruise once, and it was fucking miserable.”

  “A cruise? Miserable? Were you seasick the whole time or something?”

  “Not after the first day, no.” I scowled. “But there was something a little… I don’t know. Degrading about the whole thing? Like we did all kinds of fun things on the cruise, but any time he wanted ass, I had to put out. Which, like, that’s my job, but when it’s 24/7, it wears on you, you know? Especially when he barely acknowledged my presence if I had pants on.”

  Parker made a face. “That doesn’t sound fun at all.”

  “It’s not. So I tend to make myself unavailable for extended bookings unless it’s someone who’s been hiring me for a while or the pay is really good.” I held his gaze. “But if you want to set up something extended, we can do that.”

  “We—really?”

  “Yeah. It wouldn’t be a 24/7 thing—those are the ones I try to avoid, and anyway, you’ll be gone a lot—but if you want to block, say, ten days to be used over the next few months, then you can book them whenever you want to use them.”

  “Ten?” His eyebrows climbed his already creased forehead. “That wouldn’t be too much?”

  “Not at all.” I let my hand drift higher and teased his nipple with my thumbnail. “By the time we’re done with that, I don’t think you’ll have any trouble venturing out confidently on Tinder or in clubs.”

  Parker swallowed, still looking gobsmacked. He probably couldn’t imagine getting to that point while he was as inexperienced as he was now.

  Oh, sweetheart. As eager and generous as you are, you’ll be just fine once you have the confidence.

  “I mean it,” I said. “I’m sure it all sounds intimidating as hell at this point, but it’s not brain surgery. After we’ve spent some more time together, you’ll be fine.”

  Eyes unfocused, he nodded slowly. “Ten sounds like a lot, but I think I need it. Maybe you’re right.” He met my gaze. “Maybe I will be more confident after that.”

  “I’m sure you will.” I tilted my head. “So, you in?”

  He seemed to think about it for a long moment. “I wouldn’t be your only client, would I?”

  I shook my head. “No, an exclusive thing would cost a lot more and—”

  “No, no, it’s not that. I figured I wasn’t your only client, and I don’t want to screw up what you’ve got going on.”

  I couldn’t help smiling. Some of my clients did try to get possessive and territorial, but at least when it came to a man he was hiring for sex, Parker apparently didn’t have a jealous bone. “You’re not screwing anything up. Don’t worry.”

  “Okay. Good.” He paused, and then a little grin came to life as he nodded. “So, yeah. You might have to show me how to do it on the app, but…yeah.”

  “I can do that.”

  “Cool. And honestly?” He licked his lips. “I’m just looking forward to another ten nights with you.”

  I grinned as I leaned in for a kiss, and as he wrapped me up in his strong, warm arms, I had to admit…

  I was looking forward to it too.

  Chapter 11

  Parker

  So it turned out that this whole extended booking thing was fucking sweet.

  Instead of questioning whether this was too much or if Cole would think I was clingy or ridiculous or whatever, I just logged on, moved one of my bookings onto his calendar, and bam—we were scheduled. I was probably going to get spoiled by this too, since from the sound of it, Tinder hookups weren’t nearly this simple or easy.

  And holy hell. The sex? Oh my God. The more we did this, the less I fumbled around, and every time I saw him, it was hotter than the time before it. Even that night when I was only in town briefly between road trips, and my knee was acting up, Cole didn’t miss a beat—he just got on top and rode my cock until it was a legit miracle I didn’t pass out.

  I was no expert in the bedroom. I still hadn’t had the courage to try bottoming again, and I was still clumsy and uncertain sometimes, but my confidence was light years ahead of where it was the first night.

  Damn, Smitty, you were right—this was a great idea!

  It was hard to believe tonight was only the eighth time I’d seen Cole since we’d agreed to the ten-visit extended booking. It felt like we’d been doing this for ages. I mean, it had been spread over almost two months thanks to my schedule and the holidays, but by mid-January, I swore I’d seen him dozens of times. It felt like years since I’d been a timid virgin who’d never even been kissed.

  Especially tonight—on my back with my dick buried in Cole’s ass, losing my mind as he rode me so hard the bed was groaning, I didn’t feel like a lost, clueless virgin anymore. It felt like I’d always known what it was like to be balls deep in someone, or to watch a gorgeous, disheveled man sweating and moaning as he took us both to the brink. It was both familiar and novel to have a hand on his thigh, steadying us both, and the other wrapped around his cock, pumping him for all I was worth and watching, completely mesmerized, as he started to fall apart.

  “That’s it,” I coaxed. “Come on me, baby.”

  He clenched around my dick as he whispered, “Fuck…”

  I thrust up into him, groaning as my own orgasm closed in. I wanted to come so bad, so fucking bad, but I was hooked on letting his climax trigger mine. I loved, loved, loved when he came, and I couldn’t hold back anymore, and I lost it while he was still crying out and shaking from his own. Orgasms were never more intense than when they were set off by him getting off.

  “Oh, yeah…” He leaned a hand on my shoulder, and a drop of sweat rolled down the side of his face. His hair was damp. So was mine. We’d already gone one round—that sixty-nine on my couch would be the stuff of fantasies for a while—and this marathon sex was driving me wild.

  I can’t believe I’m naked with you.

  I can’t believe I’m inside you.

  Didn’t matter how many times we’d done this, how many times we’d made each other come, the disbelief was still as dizzying as anything, and I had to fight hard to hold back now as he sent us both careening toward that edge.

  His hips jerked and he threw his head back. “Oh God. Oh, yeah. Just… Ooh, yeah.” I knew that sound—he was right there. I stroked him faster, and he gasped as a violent shudder went through him, and before the cum had even erupted from his cock, I was coming in him, cursing breathlessly as we both lost it.

  Cole sighed and slumped over me, touching his feverish, sweaty forehead to mine. “Whoa.”

  “Uh-huh.” I ran a shaky hand through his damp hair. “Before I met you, I didn’t even know it was possible to come that hard.”