Page 42 of Locked & Loaded

I can’t believe this was his first time fucking a guy.

Mads kisses my neck. His hand finds mine, threading our fingers together and squeezing. I lean in and kiss him, and for a few long minutes, we just stay like that, making out in the wreckage of what just happened.

Then Mads pulls back slightly, his hair a mess, his cheeks still flushed.

“Okay,” he says. “Now tell me how I did.”

I stare at him.

He looks completely serious.

A laugh slips out of me before I can stop it. “Are you asking for a performance review?”

“Yes,” he says. “Be honest.”

“Oh my God.” My face burns, and I bite back my smile. “I don’t want to inflate your ego.”

That only makes him look more interested.

“Too late,” he says, squeezing me with both arms. “Now I need to know.”

I groan, but I’m smiling so hard my cheeks hurt. “Fine. It was the best penetrative sex of my life.”

A grin spreads across his face. “Penetrative?”

“Yes,” I say, already regretting every word. “Don’t make it weird.”

“I’m not making it weird.” His grin gets worse. “I’m just noticing you specified.”

“Because you’re impossible.”

“What about the other types of sex?”

“Oh my God.” I roll my eyes. “You want to win everything, don’t you?”

“Yes,” he says, without hesitation. “I’m offended I didn’t get best rim job.”

I laugh so hard I have to press my face into his chest. “You googled it today.”

“And?”

“And you don’t get a trophy for your first attempt.”

“That’s unfair,” he says. “I was very committed.”

“You were,” I admit, still laughing. “Deeply, terrifyingly committed.”

He looks pleased with that, which is so stupidly cute I almost can’t handle it.

“I’m getting that title next time,” he says.

Next time.

The words do something stupid to my chest.

I lift my head and look at him. “So you liked it?” I ask, careful despite everything.

“What, eating you out?” Mads says, giving me a half-smirk. “Very much.”