“Fuck,” he grits out as I sink down and take him into my mouth. I replace his hand with mine, holding him steady as I take my time tracing his length with my tongue. His fingers find my hair instead, tugging gently each time I suck him deep, like he can’t help himself. I want more, though. I want him to lose control and forget the need to be careful with me.
I don’t want careful.
I do my best to get him there, my hand and mouth a coordinated assault that has him fisting my hair tight, the sting sharp and wonderful, and I’ve never felt so alive.
Or so hard.
Before I can do anything about that though, Jerry grabs my shoulders and eases me back off him. “Get up here.” His voice is rough, like he’s so close to the edge it’s taking everything he’s got not to come.
I scramble onto his lap, and into the kiss he lays on me. It’s desperate and wild, and I cling to his shoulders as he wraps a hand around us both, moaning at the slide of his cock against mine.
I break for air, gasping as I grind my hips, chasing the feeling building inside me.
“Gonna come,” Jerry whispers, face pressed against the crook of my neck, his breath hot on my skin. I’m almost there when he shudders, cock pulsing as he comes between us. His teeth scrape over my collar bone, and that’s all it takes to tip me over the edge too.
We stay like that, our breathing the only sound in the quiet of the room.
Until the peace is broken by a loud, mournful meow.
We both turn to glance at the floor where Kyla is looking up at us, glaring, actually, like we are the absolute worst.
There’s another beat of silence and then we crack up laughing.
At least there’s no post-sex awkwardness now.
But there’s no cuddling either, because there’s no way I can sit there, naked, with a judgemental cat watching me. Maybe that’s for the best, because it also means it’s easier to part ways at the top of the stairs later that night and go to our respective bedrooms.
We’re not a couple.
I’m not ready for that after Karl.
And while I like Jerry and the sex is hot as fuck, I need this small degree of separation to keep myself from panicking.
I want to enjoy this for what it is, not worry about what it can’t be.
But as I settle down in bed, the thick quilt pulled up to my chin and my two feline companions in place, I drift off imagining what it would be like with a solid warmth at my back and a strong arm slung around my waist.
JERRY
I’m just pullinginto the pub car park on Friday night when my phone buzzes with a text. It’s the thirteenth today, and any messages on Friday the thirteenth make me nervous. I relax as I read it and see it’s nothing serious.
Reed: Going to be a bit late, just finishing off some work.
Even though I’m disappointed he’s not here already, just seeing Reed’s name on my phone makes my insides tingle. Not that I’d ever admit that out loud.
As soon as I’m parked, I open the message and reply.
Jerry: You don’t have to come if you’re busy. Sean will understand.
He’ll moan that Reed’s working too much, but he won’t mind. Reed’s reply is almost instant and it makes me laugh out loud.
Reed: He’ll text me and tell me I’m working too much and when we see him next, he’ll tell me the same thing to my face. I’ll be there in about forty minutes.
Thatwesets off those butterflies again. I know I need to be careful where Reed and I are concerned, but I like this feeling. I like the flush of excitement I get when he does or says something that implies we’re a couple. Even though we’re not, and I know that, it’s not a feeling I’ve had in a while and it’s... nice.
Am I setting myself up for heartbreak?
Maybe.
