6. How To Be Deflowered

The momentthey were alone in Joey's guestroom, Joey tucked Katie into her travel bassinet and faced her away.

She'd be okay. She was napping.

"I need," he mumbled, blushing bright red. "I need you."

Blade's gaze darkened. "You know the walls have ears around here. And at my home, too. I have a butler who's just as nosy as these guys'."

Joey bit his lip. "I hurt."

Blade's voice lowered to a growl. "Where?"

Joey couldn't look him in the eye when he grasped the part of him that throbbed in his pants. "I know you want to take it slow. I just... I can't think when you're in front of me. I-I need."

Blade groaned. He closed the distance between them, grasping Joey's shoulders with his large, sturdy hands.

He guided Joey to sit on the edge of his bed. And he knelt between Joey's legs, broad-shouldered and huge, crowding into Joey's space.

This close, Blade smelled like smoke and cedarwood. Joey leaned in, sniffing. Savoring the heat that seemed to pour off this man.

"You're ready for me," Blade murmured. "I'll give you a little taste. Just to take the edge off."

But he was leaning in, too, tucking his nose under Joey's ear and sniffing. "Didn't have this in the calls," Blade whispered, pressing Joey backward until he was lying flat on the bed, Blade's lips hot on his neck. "Didn't have you under me."

Joey moaned, bucking up at him. Blade caught his hips and held him down. Then he pressed down on Joey with his own weight, just enough not to crush him. Joey's entire body throbbed.

"So responsive," Blade breathed, kissing his throat. He nuzzled Joey's pulse point and flicked his tongue against it, a soft, wet touch. He trailed his hands up and down Joey's sides; he nuzzled down Joey's chest, rubbing his lips over Joey's tight nipples, his touch muffled through Joey's shirt.

"Please," Joey gasped.

Blade's breathing came harder. He tugged Joey's shirt up and slid his hand under it, a shock of heat that had Joey spasming.

Blade rubbed his calloused hand all over Joey's bare chest. He flicked his thumb over Joey's nipples so they ached, and began tugging on them, one at a time, the pleasure of his touch making Joey gasp.

"Quiet," Blade whispered. "Can you keep quiet for me?"

Joey nodded desperately, shoving his hands over his mouth.

"Good boy," Blade purred.

Joey squeezed his eyes shut, shocked at how much he needed to hear that. How much he needed to hear he could do something right.

Blade smoothed his hands down to grasp Joey's ass, canting Joey's hips up, letting Joey's bulge grind against him.

A moan crashed into Joey's palm.

"That's it," Blade whispered, pressing himself against Joey's bulge. He rocked them together until the pressure became unbearable, Joey bucking desperately against him.

Blade eased his hand between them, undoing the button on Joey's pants. He pulled down the zipper with a rasp, and pushed his fingers straight into Joey's underwear.

Joey's entire body clenched, precum squirting out. More so when Blade's fingertips touched his aching cock, sending a jolt down his nerves.

Blade was touching his cock.

"So pretty," Blade groaned, sliding his fingertips up and down its length in a maddening caress. He found Joey's tip and smeared his precum everywhere, dipping his finger into Joey's foreskin to touch the raw nerves at his tip.

A ragged sound ripped out of Joey's throat.

Blade's pupils blew wide open. "Fuck, you're incredible."

He slid his fingertip around Joey's pulsing head, drawing out the friction. He played with Joey there, slowly, until Joey sobbed with need. "Please, please—"

Blade squeezed his tip. Joey shuddered beneath him. And Blade withdrew his finger, closing his entire fist around Joey's cock. Joey almost fainted at the sheer pleasure.

"No one's ever touched you here before," Blade growled, breathing hard.

"No. Please," Joey panted, his hips rocking up helplessly, his eyes rolling back. Blade's hand felt nothing like his own. It was hot and rough, but also so gentle.

Until it squeezed around him and began to stroke. Joey choked on his moan.

"You like that?" Blade swore.

Joey nodded urgently. "I c-can't l-last long," he whimpered, his balls already pulled tight. Hell, he'd been ready to come ever since Blade lay on top of him, all powerful and hot.

Blade took one of Joey's hands, easing it between their bodies. He pushed it flush against his own thick bulge, and it was so big and hard—for Joey—that Joey came with a muffled cry.

Blade growled, rocking into Joey's hand. "I've never had anyone come just from touching my cock," he whispered.

He pressed a kiss to Joey's forehead and pulled his hand out of Joey's underwear, licking the smeared cum off his fingers. Blade groaned. Joey blushed. More so when Blade shuffled down to peel Joey's pants and briefs off his hips, dipping his head to lick up every spilled, sticky drop.

Blade's gaze landed on Joey's still-hard cock. "You've got some there, too."

It struck Joey what he was about to do, moments before Blade ran his tongue up Joey's length, all the way to his tip. Blade pulled down his foreskin to expose that sensitive head, and dragged his tongue over it.

It felt like an electric shock.

Blade's eyelids half-shuttered; he cupped Joey's cock in his hand—it looked so small in comparison—and licked around his tip over and over, until Joey thrashed beneath him.

Blade was touching his cock. Looking at it. Tasting it.

Blade swore. "You look so damn gorgeous."

And he took Joey's entire length into his mouth, sliding his tongue around it.

Joey clutched at Blade's shoulders, trying to breathe. Trying to grind into him, to seek an end to this blissful torment.

Blade pulled off with an obscene pop. "It's okay if you yank on my hair," he murmured.

Then he took Joey back into his mouth, and Joey's spine arched, his hips bucking out of control, the fingers of one hand tangling in Blade's hair.

It felt like nothing he'd ever experienced before. The heat of Blade's mouth, the pleasure of it. Lying completely vulnerable under such a huge man.

Blade slipped his other hand under Joey, sliding it down his bare ass. And his thick fingers pushed between Joey's cheeks, going right to his hole.

Joey swallowed his moan. Blade paused when he found Joey's wet entrance, his breath shuddering out of him.

"You're so wet. Fuck," Blade growled around Joey's cock, the vibrations going into his sac.

He stroked that bundle of nerves, back and forth, so aggravatingly slowly that Joey squirmed and panted, beyond ready.

So he relaxed as best as he could, and Blade eased his fingertip inside.

He was inside Joey.

Blade's breath punched out of him. "Fuck. So fucking tight," he said around Joey's cock. "Keep your hand on your mouth."

Then he pushed his finger all the way in, breaching Joey's body where no one had gone before. Joey came hard into Blade's mouth, yanking on Blade's hair. Each time his body convulsed, he felt it clutch Blade's finger—it was there. Still there, still inside him.

Am I still a virgin if his finger is inside me?

"Fucking perfect," Blade murmured as he withdrew, sucking the last droplets of cum from Joey's tip. "Beautiful boy."

Joey blushed and panted. No one had called him beautiful before, either.

When Blade rocked back on his heels, making no move to continue, Joey sat up. "Do you want...?"

Blade's mouth curved into a hungry smile. "Later. I'm saving a massive load for you."

There was already a sizable load, judging by how his cock looked like it was about to rip through his uniform pants.

What would that feel like inside him? Joey whimpered.

"You sound so good," Blade murmured, leaning back over Joey. He slid his knuckles along Joey's jaw.

Joey looked up. Desire burned in Blade's eyes, along with... fondness?

"You're not angry with me?" Joey blurted.

Blade looked surprised. "Why would I be?"

"You were pissed when—when Valor got me off the roof." Joey squirmed.

Yeah, there was no mistaking the way Blade narrowed his eyes again.

"I wanted to get you down myself."

Joey's heart fluttered. "Oh."

Now he felt silly for thinking he'd done something wrong.

Blade's gaze dropped to Joey's chest; he slid his palm over Joey's heart. "I can hear your heart, you know. You like it when I do things for you."

Well, there went Joey's face, going tomato-red again.

Blade ran his hands over Joey's body. Then he tugged Joey's clothes back into place. "Now you smell like me. I'll pick you up later," he said. "Make sure you've packed all your things."

"Are you sure?" Joey asked again. "Katie can be... a handful."

"Yes." Blade glanced at the travel bassinet that was still facing away. "She liked me."

Joey couldn't help frowning. Blade saw it before he could erase it from his face.

"What's wrong with her liking me?"

"Nothing," Joey mumbled. His heart skipped, though.

And suddenly Blade was scrutinizing him a bit too deeply.

"I know a lie when I hear one," Blade said quietly.

Joey froze. How was he supposed to get out of answering?

"I'll let it slide for now," Blade said, turning toward the door. "But you know who I am," he added lightly. "It's my job to find out people's secrets."

Joey flailed in a panic, his heart stuttering.

Blade turned back, his gaze going straight to Joey's chest. Then he closed the distance between them, leaning in and cupping the back of Joey's head. "Whatever it is, it can't be so bad," Blade said gently. "I won't judge you for it."

He would. He so would. Joey swayed back and forth.

"Hey. It's okay." Blade kissed his forehead. "Joey."

Joey bit his lip.

Blade looked as though he wanted to say more. He didn't, though. He leaned in and pulled Joey into such a warm hug, Joey wasn't sure Blade would still mean it if he found out the truth.

"Trust me, okay?" Blade murmured in his ear.

How was Joey supposed to trust someone who could take Katie away?

Blade brushed his thumb over Joey's lips. "You don't have to be afraid of me."

"I-I'll try," Joey mumbled. His heart was still thumping.

Blade held him for another long moment. Eventually, he let Joey go, squeezing his shoulder. "Don't forget the condoms."

With that, he straightened, and disappeared out of the room.