Jade ducks his head and busies himself with putting scrambled eggs onto his plate. I’m pretty sure I caught a pleased look before he lowered his gaze.
I hope I’m not coming on too strong. I really don’t want to scare the poor man off, yet at the same time, I really want him to know where I stand. I want that to be perfectly clear. No doubts. It’s a tricky line to navigate, but I’ll keep on trying my best.
We fall into a comfortable silence as we attack breakfast. Jade eats a good amount of food, and I do love a man with a healthy appetite. He also makes little sounds of appreciation as he samples my cooking and I really, really like those. I like them a lot. I could easily get used to hearing them every day.
I think he is completely unaware that he is doing it and that’s just adding to the allure. He can do things to me without even realizing it. It’s like his superpower or something.
“I need to get going,” Jade says as he finishes his last mouthful.
I nearly pout, but I manage to control myself. Jade isn’t a stray cat, I can’t keep him. He has a life and stuff to do.
“Can I use your shower?” he asks.
“Sure!” I say, a little too enthusiastically because my heart is racing at the thought of getting to keep Jade for just a little bit longer.
“There are towels on the towel rack and body wash on the shelf in the cubicle. Oh! Try the fancy shampoo in the red bottle! It will make your hair so silky! Well, even more silky than it already is!”
Jade chuckles at me and heads to the shower. I stay sitting at the kitchen table. I lace my fingers behind my head and sigh contently. The sun is shining, and after I’ve shoved all this into the dishwasher, the day is mine. Life is good.
The sound of the shower reaches my ears. Jade is in my shower. Jade stayed the night. Jade let me suck his cock, and then he sucked mine.
Life is more than good. Life is fucking fantastic.
Images of a wet and soapy Jade float through my mind. My cock twitches in interest. Joining Jade would be incredible. But I have to resist. Baby steps. I’m too much for most people, nevermind someone who has experienced the horrors Jade has been through. I cannot go in all guns blazing. Acting like an over enthusiastic puppy.
I take a deep breath and start loading the dishwasher. Cara will be proud of me and my self-awareness and self-restraint. I can’t wait to tell her.
I’m just finishing tidying the kitchen and wiping the counter down when Jade emerges wearing the clothes he arrived in last night. Shit, maybe I should have offered to wash them for him? Oh well, too late now.
“Your roommates are going to think you are doing the walk of shame,” I tease.
Jade groans and covers his face with his hands. “I’m never going to hear the end of it.”
Chuckling, I walk up to him. He doesn’t tense in my presence, so I grab the lapels of his jacket and pull him close. He lowers his hands from his face and I lean towards him for a kiss. He meets me half-way.
One day, when I’ve kissed Jade a thousand times, there might not be fireworks anymore, only a slow smoldering of embers.But today is not that day, and we still have nine hundred and ninety-eight more kisses to go. So right now the fireworks are here. Along with a fluttering of my heart and a curling of my toes.
We kiss and kiss, and suddenly we are crashing into the wall. I’m panting, he is panting. This was supposed to be a brief goodbye kiss. A mere peck. But now I am on fire.
I flip us around so that I’m the one with the wall at my back. The last thing I want to do is make him feel trapped.
He grinds his hard, jean-covered cock against me, and I groan. Blindly, I fumble at the button of his jeans. I pull away from our frantic kiss just long enough to gasp, “Is this okay?”
Jade nods sharply and slams our lips back together. His fingers find my cock at the exact moment mine find his. We groan in unison.
God, I love his cock. So silken, so hot, so very responsive. Stroking it is divine. As is the feel of his clever fingers wrapping around my own cock.
I gather his precum, he gathers mine. All I can hear is rapid breathing, grunts, and the slap of flesh against flesh. This feels frantic, feral. It’s all hunger and need. Primal and passionate. Pure in its simplicity.
He speeds up and tightens his grip. I copy him. Mirroring his actions. We are feeling the same thing, at the same time. It is hot as fuck. I hope we can cum at the same time.
Fuck! A yell escapes me as he does a twisting thing with his wrist that I can’t hope to emulate. The pleasure it shoots through me is intense. My balls are tightening. Drawing up.
“Jade…!” I cry out on a helpless wail.
He jerks at the sound. His cock throbs in my hand. Suddenly, I remember he is fully dressed and supposed to be going home in these clothes.
With my free hand, I grab my apron that’s been pushed to the side, and I place my cupped, cloth covered hand over his tip, just as he erupts. The feel of his wetness tips me over the edge and Ijoin him in shaking and shuddering through an orgasm. My cum is splashing onto my naked belly, but that’s fine. I can grab a shower.
