AllFreeNovel
Share Us
“I was fifteen when I lost my virginity,” I said, sharing personal shit so he might eventually be swayed into doing the same. “It was the summer before I moved to New York. I actually bottomed.”
“What?” Preston choked on the word, and I chuckled.
“Yeah, I’m not a size queen like Sean or anything, but I don’t mind taking it on occasion. It’s definitely not my preference though.”
“I could not see you bottoming for anyone—ever.”
I rubbed his arm absently, tipping my head back against the couch and closing my eyes. “I give off toppy vibes, huh?”
“Absolutely. But you…uh…did that for Elite?” I wanted to applaud his ability to vocalize his curiosity even though I was bummed he didn’t sound jealous.
“Yeah, on occasion if no one else was available. What about you?” I asked, testing the waters.
“I was a junior in college,” Preston muttered, surprisingly without hesitation. “A closet case senior wanted to ‘rail my bubble butt’ as he put it.”
“You mentioned Friday night that you hadn’t enjoyed your first time.”
“Not really. I was left feeling as though I didn’t want to bottom again, but the idea of topping doesn’t do anything for me either. Never has.”
“You seemed to enjoy yourself with me,” I teased, poking his side. He grunted, and I realized I might have tickled him. “Sorry.”
“No—it’s okay,” he said, going all lax again. “But yeah. I liked bottoming for you. A lot.”
I knew the answer to my next question but tossed it out of feigned ignorance, not above stooping low to get him talking. “Was I your second, or have you had a dozen boyfriends in our time apart?”
Preston stilled. “I’ve uh, only been with two other guys since college.”
I glanced at the hickey on his neck and squashed the possessive asshole in me that wanted to rise to the surface. Sean was right—I had no fucking legs to stand on when it came hating the idea of anyone touching what belonged to me. Preston could count on one hand the men he’d had sex with while I’d lost track years earlier.
“Were they any good?” I had to ask, fingers crossed he would spill a few more of his secrets. I wanted the names of the Elites that had enjoyed his ass, damnit.
“The second was gentle with me. Kind. Extra patient.” I could hear the smile in Preston’s voice, which only made my jealousy burn brighter.
“He must have had more skills than that punk in college,” I suggested, continuing to fish for information.
Preston huffed a laugh. “Yeah, you could say that. There was quite an age gap between us, which promised experience, thus my reason for sleeping with him.”
So older. Silver fox, most likely. EEMM had a couple still on the menu, and along with Mason, another had recently left. It could have been any of them, but one had a very telling attribute he’d been teased about on occasion whenever my friends and other employees had gotten together.
“Did he have a massive cock?” I asked, my tone light, hoping Preston was clueless as to his secrets I was already well aware of thanks to Sean and his big mouth.
“Massive is an accurate word,” Preston admitted.
Definitely Mason.
Okay. That I could live with. He was a decent guy and madly in love with his husband, Jasper, so there was no need to feed the green giant in my guts wanting to roar a very public claiming of Preston.
“And the second?” I pushed.
“We…well, we role-played.” Preston’s voice escaped as no more than a squeak, but goddamnit, the kid made me proud with how vocal he was about sex.
That bit still wasn’t enough though.
“Role-played, huh?” I poked him again, in supposed fun.
“Stop!” He jerked in my hold, but I clutched him tighter, wishing I could hate myself for manipulating him into giving me what I wanted.
“Tell me all the dirty details,” I murmured against his hair, my voice low enough my chest would rumble against his ear and send shivers over his skin.
